An itch here, An itch there,
An itch too irritating to bear
Dry, flaky, angry skin
Oozing water, burning ring
Walk in dust, itch itch itch
Ingest allergen, itch itch itch
Sniff a flower, aatchoo aatchoo
Can’t breathe all night, snore zzzzzz snore!
Tubes & tubes of lotion
Tubs and bottles of creams
Every brand, you name it
Bought, tried & tossed it.
Sleeping with 4 tubes of creams
Instead of pillows for dreams
One for the fingers, one for the toes
One the steroid, and one the nose
It’ll pass as I grow
Is All I want to know!
Eczema can afflict many babies from birth. It can be a very difficult and un-inclusive condition. Although not contagious it can be very limiting for the person suffering from it. Eczema doesn’t have a cure. It can only be managed. Life can also be very challenging for caregivers of people with eczema. My little babyT has eczema which in addition to his dairy allergy makes every day living quite a challenge. In the sheltered environment of our home, he is relatively episode free. But the outside world is a threat.
This blog post is a part of #AtoZ in 100 words series where Nikita of Mrs.Writes-a-Latte and a bunch of other bloggers will write 26 posts this year on topics beginning from A to Z. A short and simple way of writing, seeking inspiration & learning from each other. And challenging – because it must all happen in 100 words. Plus a picture to go with it. ?
Read all my posts from the #AtoZ in 100 words series here.
Adam cast one last look at the trophies lined up – a wizard in Biotechnology. He winced as the needle pierced him. The poison soon turned his skin black. His heart was already the same.
His dying eyes fell on the framed newspaper story, ” Dr Greaves wins Nobel prize Continue reading
Once we become mothers ourselves something inside us suddenly lights up, almost like a bulb. And we realise how much our own (mother) parents must have done for us – bearing us, carrying us for 9 months and then for a lifetime. A deep respect for all the sleepless nights and days full of worry and anxiety arrives and with it a realization that ‘Mom was always right.’
For as long as I can remember, my mom has been constantly telling me ‘you will realise this only after you become a mother yourself.’ And I also remember laughing at this statement of hers and responding with ‘I’m never going to be that kind of mom.’ Oh, but how wrong I was, because turns out I am absolutely that kind of a mom.
Out of the many gems that my mom passed on to me, my most cherished ones are the ones she told me about self-care. Since my theme for 2018 is all about SELFHOOD this seems like the perfect topic to share all those instances where my mom was right.
When babyT turned 1 I felt like SuperMom. I had successfully managed to keep a tiny human alive & kicking after all. When we went to visit our Pediatrician he told us Books, Blocks & Behaviour should be the focus of our parenting.
While the first two concepts were clear we were quite intrigued. We were sure our “behaviour” was fine. Babies now begin to form their personalities & imitation was the best way of doing that. He said, “So watch your words, actions & attitudes.” Soon babyT had learnt the S@$! word & we knew we needed to behave. Continue reading
Alouette was one of the first rhymes I sang for babyT. Even Twinkle Twinkle didn’t come as easily as Alouette did. I never understood why and maybe it is part of a bigger plan.
Alouette is a French rhyme for children where someone wants to pluck the feathers off a lark’s head (la tete,) beak (le bec,) neck (le cou,) tail (la queue) etc. Pretty inhumane but don’t call PETA just yet. It’s quite a handy rhyme to teach basic (human) anatomy. And today Alouette, Gentille Alouette is one of the most loved & most hummed rhymes sung at home.
My morning cuppa time is sacrosanct. It’s my time to really wake from slumber and catch up on all the missed conversations on social media from the day before and respond to them. It’s my time to reflect on the day and mentally plan out my day. Morning Chai time has also been my time to have conversations with myself, alone about life, the universe and far beyond if you get my drift. If you had to look at the journey of my life in the last decade or so, I think I could explain it all over my relationship with my morning cuppa time. Continue reading