Kums' Seventh Sense

I cannot believe we are a year old now! My daughter and me, as a mother. What an year it has been! Starting with self-doubts and a roller-coaster ride of hormones to somehow learning the trick of the trade, I have come a long way. I found myself a place among a group of amazing mothers here in Coimbatore. They have been my support system throughout. I will be eternally thankful to them. I do what I think is best for my baby. Babywearing, cloth diapering, breastfeeding and letting my child feed herself. All the above said concepts didnt come easy, I had to explain a thousand times and do my research to get people around me to accept what I do. Do not let the society dictate your parenting style. You are the parent and you are supposed to do the parenting not the society. The "society" will be there to tell you that you are not producing enough milk for the baby, cloth diapers are bulky, babywearing will make the baby dependent on you and a self-feeding baby does n...

On January 10, 2016 around 9'o clock in the morning my life changed forever. My daughter was born into this world. Being pregnant isn't a huge deal at all.. you'll know when the child is born. It is a big deal. I did not have any problem until the moment I realised that I wasn't producing much breastmilk. That's when the pink clouds cleared all of a sudden. I was dehydrated during labor, remember? What people don't realise is that it is perfectly normal for breastmilk to take some time to come in. It may take a few days even. Thats when the stress levels go up and thats just what you don't need at the moment. Stress is inversely proportional to production of breastmilk. You will get judged as a bad mommy if you are not able to breastfeed the baby. It is not going to help your already anxious self. Every other person visiting you will have an opinion. The only choice you are going to have is to learn to ignore those opinions. You are not a bad mo...

The pregnancy was a surprise. We hadn't really planned on having a baby yet and suddenly there it was those most wanted "two lines" on the home pregnancy test! I was shocked at first. I wasn't ready. But, eventually the mom instinct took over and it was love. You get a variety of advice from everybody. Everybody is a well-wisher in the traditional indian society. For the same question you will get thousand different answers. None of it is right or wrong. What works for you is what is right. I never did any walking. Only a little, just running errands and stuff. I did not sit up in bed every time I needed to turn during sleep. That would have made it even worse. The hardships during pregnancy is nothing close to what happens during labor. Mine is not one of those easy peasy the baby just slipped right out stories! I know why though I did not do anything to facilitate that! I was in my 38th week. It was a thursday, I was visiting my gynec for a routine now weekly...

I saw this movie starring Gerard Butler, Katherine Heigl called "The Ugly Truth".. It's got some ugly language in it but kind of.. mmmm... you might call it 'intriguing' stuff in there... its not a masterpiece movie. I actually saw this movie because it had Gerard starring in it... In the movie he is Mike Chadway a TV anchor who hosts a show called 'ugly truth' and he mostly talks about relationships and er... stuff like that.. what bothers me a lot is that he says "Men are Simple!". All that they want is looks, no complications, no commitments... Hey girlie thats a english movie you cant relate it to this society.. yeah i know that.. the only difference is that those people do not have a defined social structure and we have one.. but otherwise all men are same. If there is one more interesting aspect about the movie its this dialog the female lead delivers near the end of the movie. It goes like: Abby Richter : I'm sorry, but Jack Magn...

One of my friends Bharathi had written about relationships in her blog and that was the key to this post... along with some serious thinking I had been doing all night and all morning I'm posting my views on this, because its a-topic-that-never-bores-me... First of all, why are people reluctant to fall into relationships... anything from friendship to love...?? Its because of the fear or rejection, fear of failure and the fear of the pain if the other two factors of fear come true... OK agreed either one of them had a break up or a bitter experience in the form of a past love or best friend.. But why should they compare the present with the past? Past is past... gone... done... been there done that and its over... wake up!! Then there is this time and distance factor ... If the distance is too much like either one is ISD/STD and its tough on the purse and time to travel... people gotta be strong and trust plays a major role... and then there is this time factor... both stay ...

Here I would like to share the love poems i loved reading (no it would be better if i put it as feeling) :). I love tabu shankar for this :) :) these are from his "adutha pengal kalloori 5 k.m" En thodugalai kalatri veesavendum mudhalil avan sollum kaadhal mozhigalai ellam ottuketpadhu mattumallaamal avanilladha nerangalil thirumbach cholli gaeli veru seigindrana oru naal thaan endraalum Or azhagiya naalil avan en araikku vandhu ennai paarthuvittu thirumbugayil arayilirundha kannadiyil mugam paarthu thalai seevikkondu kilambinan avanai anuppi vittu vandhu kannadiyai paarthaal avan mugathai adhu appadiyae vaithirundhadhu aacharyathodu 'eppadi' endru kettal 'unna madhiryae naanum avanai kaadhalikkiraen' endradhu kannadi kobam thalaikkaera adhai adikka seeppai kayyileduthaal padharippoi sonnadhu seeppu 'paarthu paarthu... en meedhu padhindhirukkum avanadhu mudigalin muthathai azhithuvidadhae' endru pallai kadithukkon...

Dear Amma, I honestly did not know what to buy you this mother's day... And finally i decided to write a letter telling you how much you mean to me and how much I love you... You are the world's best mother, Amma. No one in the world can be as caring and loving as you, mom. I love you for loving me. I know you do not love me alone... but everyone who knows you thinks that they are special to you. You make us feel special, mom. The infinite number of hugs and kisses you give me daily makes me feel happy, wanted and protected. The way you wait at the gate to watch me cross the street in my cycle on my way to school... the way you kiss me good night everyday... the way you wake me up from bed on my birthday... your oil massages on diwali... the way you bite me when I do something really cute and naughty (it never pained but I did lie)... the way you call me... the way you talk to my friends, you always manage to befriend them so fast and they easily forget me..!! It has be...