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I usually have to repeat quite a few times that “shes” 3 and a half months old when strangers ask me how old is “he”? I know that shes still petite compared to other kids her age….but then not everyone knows that technically shes only a month and a half old….she was much much much tinier and petiter when she descided to make an entry into this world 2 months earlier than expected!
Everyone who reads this please remember us in duas!
So, obviously being the independent young lady that Zoey is, a passport had to be made ASAP. Getting to the office early in the morning to make sure that shes awake, the little one descided to fall asleep as soon as her turn to get the picture taken came. No amount of cheek pinching and wriggling her made her stir. After 9 minutes of being given looks of disgust by the people in line after us, we had no choice but to get a sleepy zoeys picture taken for the passport, just to find out that the madame will be fully awake as soon as we left the passport office building.
One ordeal over, yesterday we took her to the studio to get the visa picture taken. Intrestingly, she behaved well. It took some effort because she still cant hold her head, we had to position her in a manner where she would atleast be stable for 5 seconds. After two successful clicks the photographer realised that one of her ears is not very clear in the picture and the american visa people being extremly finiky, he wanted to click again.
Again we positioned. All ready to hear the “click”, but before that could happen, zoey got hiccups!
And that was the end of the photo shoot…….the ambassy people would have to do with the picture thats already been taken. Afterall how can a ear really effect the visa decision!
Situation:
On the road, two couples, one with an almost 3 month old daughter while the other couple dosent want to even think f a child for another 5 years atleast.
Discussion:
The mother in the car, tells the hubby that the next vacation should be in Italy. (though they dont have the money to go to even Lahore at the moment, but no harm in dreaming). The otheer couple, who have already been to Italy say that we should go to italy without the little one if the plan is to go in another years time. My hubby agrees. Saying that
a) zoey will be too young to remember anything.
b) We’ll have to pay her ticket and everything, without her having any memories from the trip.
c) Its healthy to have time off.
Now the thing is, that I wish I could beg to differ from the hubby, but I dont. What bothers me though, is that do I have it in me to leave Zoey and go? Our parents left us all the time, and infact we used to like that. We would shuffle between nanis house and our house and would love all the attention and pampering and the lovely gifts that would come back.
But I wonder, am I like my mother? Do I have it in me to have fun while I know Zoey is in good hands and well taken care off? Would I be able to have fun? Or would my mind keep on wandering back to Karachi.
There is no vacation in the pipeline yet, but in a hypothetical situation what would I do, I wonder!
You can predict what kind of a husband a man will be, but you can never predict what kind of a father he will be….
He is the luckiest man in the world to have you, Rosie, but he dosent deserve you and you deserve far better. You deserve someone who loves you with every single beat of his heart, someone who thinks about you constantly, someone who spends every minute of every day just wondering what you are doing, where you are, who you are with and if you are Ok. You need someone who can help you reach your dreams and who can protect you from your fears. You need someone who will treat you with respect, love every part of you, espically your flaws. You should be with someone who can make you happy, really happy, dancing on air happy. someone who should have taken the chance to be with you years ago instead of becoming scared and being too afraid to try.
Excrept: where rainbows end
With the new arrivals, seriously space is not that much of an issue!
It took me to bring a daughter into this world to reach a milestone. Being a mama did not come so easily to me, but it did come. Changing diapers, sleepless nights, staying in a warm room and sweatingg away, I could take it all. What I couldnt do was cut the lil ones nails. That was something the mama in law had to do. It wasnt that I couldnt cut her nails. I just cant cut nails. Not even my own. No ones. My mum used to cut my nails, till I discovered nail biting (yikes, I just admitted that openly). When I descided to be a lady about it, I grew my nails, which whenever they need to be trimmed are filed. I have never used a nail cutter…sadly. Till, yesterday.
When the kat mama in law is out of town and the kittens nails are so long that she is scratching herself, the kat mama has no choice but to cut the kittens nails. So, when the kitten dozzed off in the afternoon, a trembling handed mama first cut a nail, then another and then another and soon enough all the ten finger nails were trimmed…….wohoo……such proudness I didnt even feel when I got the lil one into the world.
I was so happy, I wated to celebrate, which I did by indulging into this divine pistichio ice cream….2 scoops! 
So, all this while Zoey has been mostly home bound because her body temperature had to be maintained and so had to be the room temperature. So, after 14th Of may, which was supposed to be her original birthday, we have started bringing things to normal. SO far, her only car rides were either to the hospital or to her nanis place and back.
Till yesterday, when Zoey went out for her first official outing to Nadis 2nd birthday party. Clearly the youngest member to attend his birthday, Zoey once after reaching there made sure that all the attention was directed towards her. Getting the attention and checking if everything was going as and how it was supposed to be, the little one dozzed off peacefully. Afterall her mission had been accomplished. We came back with a personalised goody bag which will be cherished for times to come! Heres to alot more birthday parties, goody bags and tonnes of funs times inshallah!
How do you make a big decision? I am lost!
When Zoey was still unseen by us, I often used to wonder whom would she look like. The question got answered when I came out of labour room all groogy to hear how she was an exact replica of her dad. I didnt mind, afterall goodlooks was one of the reasons why i married her dad. But with the passing of each day, Zoey changed faces and to date she still looks different everyday.
More than looks, I wondered out of the two of us, whose personality will dominate her more? (If at all our peronalities would dominate her) Would she be a book lover like me? Or a mad movie buff like the daddio? A writer or an artist…maybe both? A human who can dance to the khabarnama…? or like her mommy who cant dance to save her life? A tea drinker? Or a coffee drinker? Or maybe having a personality of her own and adhering to milk…Would she be able to sleep while standing (her dad is completely capable of doing that) or would she be the fussiet sleeper (God forbid). We keep on doing experiments our way to see out of the two of us who would be able to dominate her…not that we want too………..!
