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My breastfeeding journey...

So it all started three years ago. I gave birth to a child and without even asking me or any other family member, my newborn daughter was given formula. I was aware of the importance of colostrum but every time  I asked someone about it, I was asked to wait. On day 2, baby was brought to breast and the nurse told me that nipples are not big enough to latch on so I should give formula. Later, she even tried to elongate my nipples with a syringe! I was sent to home with a box of formula and no such instructions about breastfeeding. My mother and Mother-in-law told me multiple times a day that I am not producing enough milk and that is why baby is not sleeping properly. They wanted to give baby formula while keep telling me how their breasts kept leaking when they birthed kids. My MIL even told me that she had to discard many bowlful of breast milk because she produced more than her baby needed. Though I may laugh at it now but this depressed me to no end, at then. I remember when

For the sake of love!!!

Have you ever been to a wedding? Ofcourse, you have! Then have you ever wondered about the story behind a wedding? A story that these two people, who are the most confused on their big day, may have? I always think about it. And try to have a sneak peek into their story, if possible. And then, I exclaim at their reasons to get married... 👉 Because mummy Papa said he is the right one for me. 👉 Because I am 29 and want to get settled. 👉 Because he earns well. 👉 Because my ex left me. I want to show him. 👉 Because he can afford my kind of lifestyle. Be a little more daring and ask parents of bride and groom about their reasons to choose this very Munda or kudi. And the typical answers you will hear are... 👉 Because we are of same status. 👉 Because he did engineering from so-so institute. 👉 Because she is ambitious and dono mil ke kamayenge. 👉 Because they will "let her" do job. 👉 Because family is so open-minded that they "allow" their DILs to

On a not so happy day...

Dear child, Some days I don't love you. I can't, even when I want to. Some days, I have zero motivation to marvel how you see the world and how original your questions are. Though I try to give you reasons but some days I wish that a mere "because I said so" were enough. Some days, I regret buying those colour filled bottles and brushes. I am not able to appreciate your skill and imagination because all I see is mess and those colour stained clothes. Some days, I can't care less for giving you the previous days' leftovers and I don't feel guilty to serve you pasta AGAIN... Second time in a week! Because I need to save my energy for later....for those struggle filled nights. Some days, I am too tired to tell you the importance to brush your teeth. On those days, I would rather accept rotten teeth instead of another tantrum just before bedtime. Some days, I don't bother correct you when you scatter toys in every corner of the house and make