Bringing Up Your Baby by Komal Porecha

Author:Komal Porecha [Porecha Komal]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9788184006278
Publisher: Random House Publishers India Pvt. Ltd.
Published: 2014-04-07T00:00:00+00:00

LIFE, AS WE KNOW IT!

THE GATEWAY TO GOURMET

AS I MENTIONED that I was on medication for postpartum depression. One major side-effect of the same is water retention. Post delivery, I had very little weight left to lose. My gynaecologist had been brilliant with my diet control and I had followed the health regime to the hilt! But two months after having started the meds, I had bloated like a rubber duck. The doc suggested that the only way I could get rid of the extra pounds was to start exercising. So I headed out one of the evenings with the kids to buy a pair of walking shoes, so that I could play with Champak on the terrace, or get on to the tread mill.

I had started wearing pheasant tops by now, as I was just too embarrassed to wear fitted clothes. Now as you know, pheasant tops have no buttons, no hooks, no zips; nothing to hold them up except the elastic. We had just walked into a Nike showroom and I was carrying my son, who had just about discovered his hands and was at a stage where he would grab just about anything within reach. While I was talking to the sales person at the showroom, Zakta overcame a major bout of affection and decided to hug me! Now in my opinion this was a Kodak moment. But as he detached the embrace he caught the hanger-loop in the top and decided to give it one major tug! Strip tease took on a whole new meaning in that moment of time. It became a fast-forward, kinky, obese version!! I ran out of the shop and I know I will never step foot in it again! It took me a week to gather courage to go shoe shopping again. This time around I went wearing a polo neck t shirt!

As a child, for some reason, I hated going to birthday parties. I do not remember my own—should check with my parents if they threw me any! I have no real explanation as to why I hated going. Maybe because my mother made me wear dresses, maybe because I was growing into a teenager and disliked the younger-age group I was forced to interact with, or maybe I was just one of those odd girls who hated birthday parties. So when my children got invited to their first birthday bash—a theme based one at that—my entire world came to a standstill. I realized I would join the bandwagon of mothers who go from shop to shop looking for the right costume, spend hours sewing sequins into the cloak, go blind trying to get the fairy wings just right, and truly abuse their MAC eye-shadows. It took all the optimism within me to brush all the negativity aside and try and get my six month olds to look somewhat like the character they were meant to dress as. The end result was horrendous and my kids looked ridiculous! They were even more irritable after the one-hour drive to the venue.

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