I wouldn’t have made it without Gaurav if there wasn’t this massive support system that came forward to help me. Asking for help when it mattered, went against my nature. As a child, I’d seen my mother struggle on alone and be ferociously independent. Somewhere in my subconscious, asking for help was a weakness. And […]Read More There is no shame in asking for help
My first baby – Hash, has always been good with kids. He played with my niece, even allowing her to make him a cushion and sit on him. They ate from the same spoon, ran around in circles, and generally had a gala time at the cost of everyone else’s headaches. He’s also super pally […]Read More Sibling rivalry level 100x
Grief can drive you crazy… or at least it feels like it. Grief can be overwhelming and all consuming. It can feel like nothing will ever be right again. When we deal with acute loss, something incomprehensible to us – the first reaction is to deny it. In over 3 years since I lost my […]Read More Embrace your crazy
When you do something out of the beaten track, something that the social construct views as an aberration, you must be prepared for questioning. It’s very rare for human beings to mind their own business. And questions can be irksome, no matter how well-meant. And I think that’s true in every aspect of our lives. […]Read More Not all questions have answers and not all of them must be answered
I’ve spent most of last 3 years crying my eyes out. I’ve cried because of grief, because of anger, and because of helplessness. I’ve cried for big things and little things. I’ve cried because test after test for pregnancy came negative, I’ve cried because I was unable to reach a suitcase lying on the topmost […]Read More Tears don’t make you weak
The world isn’t a safe place for women. Assault has been a part of our lives – something we have just accepted subconsciously. We do things on a daily basis that could save us another day – we avoid walking alone after dark, we don’t dare doze off in cabs, we carry pepper sprays, we […]Read More #MeToo
“ooh! there is a baby at home… is your sister in town” “No, that’s my baby” “Don’t be funny… u weren’t pregnant” “No, I wasn’t. He was born through surrogacy.” “Huh! How’s that possible?” . . <<Long silence>> . “Did you adopt him?” <<Me: Facepalm>> As if IVF wasn’t complicated enough to explain, i’m now […]Read More Demystifying surrogacy
This is not in line with the posts I have been posting on this blog. It’s nothing to do with Gaurav or my baby project, or the new journey as a mom. It’s just something that I think needs attention, and this is the only platform I have to air my views. I constantly find […]Read More Cut women some slack!!! Cut everyone some slack!
Adi – I’m sorry when you grow up and read this, but you were a very expensive baby. The costs of IVF treatments in a different city, and then surrogacy pretty much left me with an empty bank account. So, when the time came to collect baby things I was sure that I do not […]Read More Who needs new stuff? Reuse, recycle!
I have a problem with a generation of entitled kids being raised around me. Kids who get what they want as soon as they ask for it. Kids who are bundled in blankets and rushed to doctors at the first sneeze, kids who are isolated so much that their immune systems collapse at the first […]Read More Sorry. I’m not a modern parent!