Pease Porridge

Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold,

Pease porridge in the pot, nine days old;

Some like it hot, some like it cold,

Some like it in the pot, nine days old.

 

 

A few weeks ago, we took Baby A to the doctor at a clinic close to home. A had developed a rash all over his body and also seemed to cry incessantly. We were asked to wait for 45 minutes and we hung around there. Finally, it was our turn to meet the doctor.

 

We went in and I showed the baby to the doctor. He looked at the rash and seemed puzzled. I had read that most new born babies develop a rash, but I didn't want to rely on just that knowledge. The doctor said, "I think the baby is feeling quite hot, so he has developed this rash. Please keep him in an aircon room always."

 

Then I told him that A cried a lot and that I felt it couldn't be colic as he was way too young even for that. The doctor said, "I think he cries because he is feeling cold. Next time he cries, cover him in a blanket and see if that stops the crying."

 

By this time, we had spent less than 3 minutes inside the doctor's room. I then started to ask him if I could give A some gripe water in case he cried a lot and nothing else soothed him (Given his prescriptions for the earlier two problems, I should have known better than to ask him a third question!). To this the doctor said, "I'd love to sit and talk all night you know, but I do have other patients to look at."

 

He's not going to have us to talk to all night... ever!

Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water

This is a nursery rhyme almost all of us grew up with. And I've been thinking about it a lot in the past few days.  And it has little to do with the fact that I have a child now.

A few weeks ago, I called an agency here and asked them to send me a part time maid for three hours. This lady came and was going about the cleaning.

I needed a bucket for something and asked her to please bring it to me.

She brought me a stool. I then said, "I need a bucket please."

She went to the living area and brought me a folding chair. I didn't know how to explain it to her and so stopped what I was doing and went and brought the bucket. By this time, she had started doing something else and so she didn't see what it was that I really needed.

About half an hour later, she came to me with a bucket in her hand and said, "Ma'm, I need to use a pail. May I use this one?"

The Long Road Home

I have to apologize to all my readers for having ignored this blog for over six months. Life changed for me in more ways than I could have imagined. I now live in a different country and have also been blessed with a little bundle of joy. While this should keep me busy, these changes in life also give me ample things to blog about.

I want to share my experiences in Singapore with all of you along with my experiences as a new mother. Reminiscing about the days gone by with my parents has given me plenty of food for thought and I also plan to resume my series: Strange Encounters of the Arranged Kind.

I hope to be able to take time out to write again. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step and I sure am back on the long road home.

Bio-diversity

Part of the Tau Devilal Bio Diversity Park in Gurgaon.

Dancing in the Rain

Colours in the sky

His and Hers