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Becoming a parent has been one of the most joyous moments of RK's
life. But he should have been forewarned about the side effects,
sleep deprivation and loss of hearing. Parents-to-be should be given
headphones as part of the new parent survival kit. Come to think of
it, sleeping pills would be nice added bonus as well.
RK muses that he must be half deaf by now, as he tries to lull Vibha
to sleep. As the baby continues to wail like a banshee, it amazes him
that such a tiny pair of lungs holds so much power. He pats her back
to soothe her to sleep and wonders if he will ever get a peaceful
night of sleep again.
Vibha is a through and through, daddy's little girl and only RK can
calm her down. Every night, like clockwork, she kicks up a fuss and
brings down the roof with her screams. It has finally dawned on him
what his biwi has gone through with their now 3 year old Arjun. Like
his sister, he too used to raise hell with his cries but he only
wanted Madhu to offer comfort. Damn. Karma must be paying him back
for not fully comprehending his biwi's zombie-like, sleepless state of
affair, for his cavalier attitude in child rearing. RK looks down in
dismay as Vibha wails louder, her demanding little fist stuffed in her
mouth. He thought Arjun was bad with his ruckus but his dearest beti
has made it a personal goal to outdo her brother.
Stifling a yawn, RK keeps gently patting Vibha's back as he makes his
rounds around the crib. Finally, after what seems like eternity, she
has quieted down and fallen asleep. He gently puts her down and
cocoons her in a warm, fuzzy, pink swaddle. RK couldn't help but
smile as he watches her expressive little face scrunch up into a
frown. He smiles wider as she, within less than a minute, manages to
free her hands from the tight confines of the swaddle. His heart
swells with pride, he has a Houdini baby, smart as a whip, knows what
she wants and how to get it.
Though RK is sleep deprived and would much rather spend the night
snuggling and cuddling on his warm bed with his biwi, he wouldn't
trade these moments with his beti for anything in the world. She may
scream and bring down the house, but she is his daughter. RK's
daughter. Sugar and spice and all things nice. That's what little
girls are made of. But RK's beti is no ordinary girl, she's made of
extra dash of sugar and spice and a healthy dose of chili peppers.
And he wouldn't have it any other way, after all, his beti is his
little jungli billi in training.
life. But he should have been forewarned about the side effects,
sleep deprivation and loss of hearing. Parents-to-be should be given
headphones as part of the new parent survival kit. Come to think of
it, sleeping pills would be nice added bonus as well.
RK muses that he must be half deaf by now, as he tries to lull Vibha
to sleep. As the baby continues to wail like a banshee, it amazes him
that such a tiny pair of lungs holds so much power. He pats her back
to soothe her to sleep and wonders if he will ever get a peaceful
night of sleep again.
Vibha is a through and through, daddy's little girl and only RK can
calm her down. Every night, like clockwork, she kicks up a fuss and
brings down the roof with her screams. It has finally dawned on him
what his biwi has gone through with their now 3 year old Arjun. Like
his sister, he too used to raise hell with his cries but he only
wanted Madhu to offer comfort. Damn. Karma must be paying him back
for not fully comprehending his biwi's zombie-like, sleepless state of
affair, for his cavalier attitude in child rearing. RK looks down in
dismay as Vibha wails louder, her demanding little fist stuffed in her
mouth. He thought Arjun was bad with his ruckus but his dearest beti
has made it a personal goal to outdo her brother.
Stifling a yawn, RK keeps gently patting Vibha's back as he makes his
rounds around the crib. Finally, after what seems like eternity, she
has quieted down and fallen asleep. He gently puts her down and
cocoons her in a warm, fuzzy, pink swaddle. RK couldn't help but
smile as he watches her expressive little face scrunch up into a
frown. He smiles wider as she, within less than a minute, manages to
free her hands from the tight confines of the swaddle. His heart
swells with pride, he has a Houdini baby, smart as a whip, knows what
she wants and how to get it.
Though RK is sleep deprived and would much rather spend the night
snuggling and cuddling on his warm bed with his biwi, he wouldn't
trade these moments with his beti for anything in the world. She may
scream and bring down the house, but she is his daughter. RK's
daughter. Sugar and spice and all things nice. That's what little
girls are made of. But RK's beti is no ordinary girl, she's made of
extra dash of sugar and spice and a healthy dose of chili peppers.
And he wouldn't have it any other way, after all, his beti is his
little jungli billi in training.
Kumkum Bhagya
Anupamaa
