Tuesday, June 3, 2014

When the little ones are unwell...

**This post is by no means any form of formal medical advice. Please consult a professional for specific medical advice for your child**

Dealing with kids falling sick is not easy. It's the most horrible thing ever! It's so hard to see them all tired, weak and beat down. They're not themselves, you're not yourself - it's just a really miserable time. As parents, it's one of life's most difficult things to handle. And in true Bollywood style, I've said it every time my little ones fall sick - "Oh God! Please let it be ME and not them!"

Blocked little noses, sad little eyes, hot foreheads, drooling little mouths, lost appetites, and everything else miserable, that's what it was like in our home for the last week and a half. Little Miss and Little Man both took turns at being unwell. It's the onset of the flu season here in Sydney. It's such an irony that I used to L.O.V.E winters. That was before I was a mum. I loved winters and everything associated with the season - warm woollens, hot chocolate, snuggling under a blanket, being with loved ones inside a warm home - the works. [Oh and of course, wearing boots with a dress :-)] Now, it's more of a general nervousness and less of being a foolish romantic :-) And so the inevitable happened, both my little ones caught the bug. What followed were sleepless nights, constant checking of temperatures, lots of throw-ups, and untouched bottles of formula and bowls of food. Of course this isn't a first for us, but it gets us down every single time. This time around, it had me thinking and I said to myself, "I'm going to blog about this very topic!" I thought I'd list a few handy tips - both as a reminder for myself and for other mums (and dads) out there.

I've come to learn a lot from all the 'unwell episodes' so far. Here are my Top 5 tips -

  1. Stay calm! Easier said than done, I know. But in the simplicity of these two words lies the magnitude of it. It's so easy to be stressed, go into panic mode and bring the roof down when our precious little darlings are in pain or discomfort. It's our natural mum-instinct working over-time. It's okay. But what helps is to stay calm. I've learnt it now, I know it works. When I'm calm, my brain functions better, I'm able to think clearer and am able to be focused. It also radiates right off me and permeates the atmosphere, and funnily enough, the kids and the hubster are also calmer. And calm certainly helps, as opposed to chaos! So yeah, please stay calm!
  2. Trust your instincts. The usual suspects this time again for Little Miss, so we started her off on paracetamol right away. But then, I noticed some tiny red bumps on her legs and wasn't very comfortable skipping a visit to the doctor. Hubby wasn't as paranoid as I seemed, but we took her in anyway. Turned out it was some (harmless) insect bite. But at least my head seemed a lot quieter after that, no more of those scary voices warning me anymore, ha! So, safe is always the best choice here. If your gut speaks to you strongly, listen to it!
  3. Everything can be cleaned! I find this approach particularly comforting. I'm talking about the vomit, snot, spit-ups, half eaten food, etc, etc. Don't stress! It can all be cleaned later, promise. Yes, it does mean more work ( and not very pleasant work) but it can be dealt with. I constantly keep telling myself that the kids need me and my full attention. So I try not to get sidelined by that nagging "you've got to clean that mess!" thought in my head. It helps. There's a washing machine and all-purpose wipes for everything! (and a thoughtful and kind husband too!)
  4. Stay well yourself. Kind of a no-brainer this one, huh? It's like what the flight attendant tells you (you haven't been listening to those safety instructions??), in case of an emergency, put on the oxygen mask on yourself first and then attend to your child. Makes sense, doesn't it? I couldn't possibly take care of my sick children when I'm not a 100% fit physically. So that means, it's okay for me to eat. Yes, really. So all those mums I'd seen on TV who starve themselves because their little ones are unwell are not real. I need to eat to stay strong and, well, not faint on my frail little girl and break her little arm in the process, heaven forbid! And, totally not necessary for me to mention it here, but...I'm not the kind of girl who starves when upset. No ma'am. I'm the sort who eats more when I'm upset! There, classic foot-in-the-mouth syndrome. But hey, that's me! Point is, it's okay for you to eat when your little one isn't. In fact, it's quite necessary that you do.
  5. Be positive. Fevers, colds and sore throats are all part of growing up. That's how our little ones build their immunity in the long run. It's very very natural for us to get our nerves all tied up in complicated knots when our babies are even the slightest bit uneasy, in pain or in discomfort. But it's all just a passing phase. So, do all that your common sense dictates you to do and stay positive. Every thing will be okay and soon your little ones will be their bubbly, happy selves again!
And I tell myself to remember -
  • Loss of appetite is normal when little ones are unwell. So it's okay if my child isn't eating as much as they normally would or not eating at all. I have been told several times by doctors that this is absolutely okay, as long as they are well hydrated. So shoving "at least 1/4 of a bowl of porridge" into that exhausted tiny person's mouth will only mean more vomit to clean up!
  • Watching TV or playing on the iPad for a teeny bit more than usual is okay. If it means they're relaxed, warm and comfy, it's fine to let go a wee bit. Actually, the other day, when my sweet Sia was unwell, she fell asleep on the couch watching Play School, bless her! 
  • It's okay to give (stronger) medication (on doctor's advice) if required. We're all for letting their bodies deal with it best. But if it means they're unable to and are clearly finding it hard to cope, it's absolutely okay to succumb to a dose of antibiotics, of course, on the advice of our family doctor.
So these are this mumma's thoughts on dealing with little ones' sickness. What are your thoughts? Do you have any go-to tips and strategies? I'd love to hear!

Stay happy, stay blessed! 

Thursday, May 22, 2014

A Human. A Mum.

In the last two years and eight months, I've been puked on, sneezed at, had my hair smeared with gooey baby food, even had the occasional poop explosion all over my clothes! Find it disgusting, do ya? Well, me too. After all, I'm human. BUT I'm also a mum. Quite a conflicting combination that. As any other person, I have all these naturally strong feelings about not wanting to have another (little) person's snot all over me, or wanting to be able to wee in peace, and you know, just being me. As a mum though, I need to be okay with anything, everything. Okay, wait, I think I'm turning this into a sorrowful rant and I don't want it to sound like that. So I'm quickly going to tell you that that's just one side of the story. The slightly challenging, testing my nerves, make-me-want-to-scream-like-mad side. There's also another side to it. The beautiful, dreamy side where I've been hugged by tiny warm hands, smiled at like a gazillion times, been kissed by Nutella-smeared lips and been showered with the happiest giggles. The joys and woes of being a mother! The happy things far outweigh all the small inconveniences. Yes, there are times when I secretly wish someone would take them for a day, a few hours, a few minutes so I could actually finish my cup of coffee while it's still hot. But that isn't a real wish, no. It's just some weird chemical reaction in my mad-mommy brain sometimes.

I know I want their playful presence, their squeals of delight, the constant babbling and chattering, the prancing about, all the crawling and tugging and exploring. I want my little man to pull my hair with his chubby little (very strong) fist, I want him to use my nose as his teething toy, I want him to demonstrate his limited skills (waving and clapping) over and over again and I want to laugh and say 'Good boy!' every single time. I want my little missy to force feed me pretend toast by the dozen and make me drink 12 cups of pretend tea from her pretty pink teacup, I want her to make me read her favourite book for the twenty-second time in a day, I want her to point her little finger at the pantry and ask for jelly beans and I want her to drag me to her room to play dress-ups when I'm in the middle of cooking. I want it all. I want all of it, I want every bit of being a mum :-)

The difficult bits, the happy bits, the challenging bits, the fun bits; the love, the laughter, the tears, the frustration; the quiet times, the noisy times, the hunger tantrums, the nap times - I love them all. Because I'm a human. Because I'm a mum!

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Our family has grown!

As cliched as it sounds, we're now a complete family! Our little man arrived in September this past year and we're over-the-moon chuffed! Quite a happy little coincidence that both our babies are September babies. Hubby darling was even hoping they'd share their birthdays. Unfortunately, I ended up having Gestational Diabetes this time and had to have a scheduled Cesarean. But it all turned out pretty well in the end as our latest little bundle of joy arrived on our wedding anniversary. Sweet eh?

A two-year gap, we thought, would work well for us (and for the little ones!). We were told warned by a couple of our friends, who've also had children (almost) back-to-back, that the initial years will be quite challenging. Almost five months in and we totally agree! Having two little ones in nappies is not really a party, BUT it also means double the laughter, double the love, double the joy.

I have to say though, we're much relaxed parents this time around. I mean, the thought of ringing the hospital and asking them to take my wailing baby back never crossed my mind with this little guy, ha! Well actually that could also be because he's been quite a happy little boy right from the time he arrived. Still, I'm a much calmer, more confident mamma. I do have my moments, but I bounce right back :-)

So anyway, I hope I'll be able to blog here more often, now that I'll have plenty more experiences to share (wink) I do have some posts in mind and will be back soon.
Until then, stay happy, stay blessed!

Wednesday, November 14, 2012


Hey there! Welcome to my blog! Please make yourself a cup of coffee (or chai) and sit back. If you're a mamma, that would be music to your ears, no? :)

I'm a (fairly) new, first-time mom, living overseas. Now, if you're the sort to read between the lines, that should tell you heaps already! Not really? Well then, simply said, I'm a mommy that pretty much wings it most of the time, but also makes calls (sometimes frantic) to get much needed advice from folks back home, sometimes reads up parenting books and also looks up Google (although I don't do that much these days, more about that another day!). And I often say to myself,'God! The things I'm learning along the way!' So I thought it'd be nice to journal everything - the joys, the precious lessons learnt, the frustration, the excitement, the anxiety, the happiness, the relief - everything that is one giant ball of I-don't-know-what-not called parenthood.

Here I'll share things that are typically mother material, hopefully regularly (and if I can manage to sit in one place for more than 5 minutes). You see I have an active toddler who's at the peak of taste-anything-you-find-on-the-floor phase! A toddler, shouldn't she be past that stage by now? Yeah I thought some people might say that, but that is one of the many many lessons I've learnt so far - every baby is different! And mine seems to be enjoying that phase currently.

I don't have the luxury of hiring domestic help to do household chores, I don't have half a dozen aunties 'n' uncles and friendly next-door neighbours who'd mind my baby while I do my nails (err...or cook) and our loving (and wise and experienced) parents don't live here. So I'm pretty much on my own! Wait, that's not entirely true; I have my darling, most caring, understanding and supportive husby, and together, we weave tales of parenthood every day! Tales of an NRI Mamma (and Dad).

So do come back again (and again). And I hope that in this attempt I'd also help out other new mommies out there. If not, at least come back to read and have a laugh (or a few tears of joy), or maybe bookmark some of the stuff for the future, or if you're more senior in the parenting realm you could come back to read and go, 'Ha-ha, been there, done that!'

I do have one big fat disclaimer - This is by no means any professional or medical guide. So please don't hold anything against me! It's all about sharing, exchanging and motivating you to go on with the beautiful journey of motherhood. And that's all there is to it. Anything you do based on what you read here must be strongly backed by common sense, logic and based entirely on your specific, individual situation. 

And with that icky bit (but sort of an important bit) done, let's get to know each other? And hopefully build some great friendships along the way :)

Be back soon!
Meanwhile, give your baby (or babies) lots of cuddles!