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Once you've delivered your baby, you know that the fun has just started. From your parents, to friends and neighbours, everyone has advice to give you about how to care for your baby. And as well meaning and confusing as they may be, how do you know what's right for you and your angel? After all, you want to give your precious newborn the best, don't you?Mother of twins and a gorgeous boxer, Komal Porecha tells you everything you need to know about that challenging, trying, and fulfilling first year of baby care in an inimitable tone that will leave you going back to her pages for her wealth of information and her dab of warmth. From bringing your baby home, to breast feeding, diaper changing, to doctor-patient routines, to regulating your child's sleep patterns, Bringing Up Your Baby is every Indian woman's blessing and best friend.

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Publié par	Random House Publishers India Pvt. Ltd.
Date de parution	13 juin 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9788184006278
Langue	English

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Bringing Up Your Baby
the comprehensive Guide for your baby s first year
KOMAL PORECHA

RANDOM HOUSE INDIA
CONTENTS
Foreword
Introduction
The Life-Changing Moment
The Chaos Unfolds
Charting Away Your Woes!
The Postpartum Pendulum
Getting On
The Gateway to Gourmet
Ready Steady Go!
Can and Able: Unveiling the skills
The Permanence of Change
In the Fast Lane
Parental Control: The Verbal Hazard Zone
Milestone Month: It s Time To Party! 193
Conclusion
Acknowledgements
A Note on the Author
Copyright
To Kaushik, for all his love.
To Champak, for teaching me to love.
FOREWORD
MY NAME IS Champaklal. I am 5 years old.
I am the firstborn-The beloved elder son, the first favorite child. And it all started with me.
Mr and Mrs Palicha were just two people in a marriage until I came along. That s when they became friends, comrades in arms and finally soul mates. From people I turned them into parents.
Does that sound like I am boasting? Then let me prove my point. Thanks to me, they realised they could also be good with human babies; which is why they decided to have more. They were so good at it that in one shot they managed to make two babies. And four years ago, I got my very own mismatched set of siblings.
And what do you know; Mommy and Daddy got their biggest life-lesson. But Mommy was the only one who took matters into her hands-she decided to spill the beans! The first sign that not all was well is when we noticed her lap was always occupied. At one time it was my special place, and then I got used to sharing it with the twins, Zakta and Zakya. Suddenly that space belonged exclusively to the laptop. She would spend a lot of time tapping away on the keyboard and examining us rather carefully and thoughtfully. This was done between feeding us, taking care of us, entertaining us, and rushing us to various Emergency Rooms. That s when we decided to investigate exactly what she was up to. Imagine our shock when we discovered she was writing the ultimate tell all book-The story of our lives!
So we thought perhaps it is a good idea to turn the tables on Mummy. We want to tell you what it is like being a part of our family. It all starts with a whole lot of chaos. We thrive on It. We need madness, noise, accidents. Basically we are just like any other children. In a hurry to get places, in a hurry to grow up. We also like falling ill. If one of us catches a stomach bug, the other one has to throw up, and the third has to get very high fever. That s just the way it is with our family. We love spending time together. We keep no secrets. Now, we are going to share some of our secrets with you-about Mom and our happy home.
Champak: Do you remember your first words? Zakta: Dudhoo (milk ). I was always hungry those days. Zakya: My looks were enough. I didn t really need words. Zakta: What was your first word? Was it Mommy or Daddy? Champak: I licked my chops and said, Hungry . See, I am always hungry. In fact I would love a bone now. Champak: So what happened when you discovered you had a twin? Were you happy or sad? Zakya: When I discovered I had a twin-which was pretty much in Mom s womb itself-I was horrified. I realised I would have to share this limited space with someone else and that totally cramped my style. Zakta: I was very sad as Zakya took up most of the room and all the food. In fact most of my growing up and getting tall happened after I was born. That is when I was finally free to eat as much as I wanted. Zakya: Were you happy to meet us or did you bark in protest? Champak: I knew you were coming before even Mom did, so I was all prepared. What I didn t like was when Mom had to leave me to go to the hospital. But she came back really fast with the best gift ever. A matching set of humans. It helped that you both came with scrunched up faces, looking like small monkeys. That s when I knew I would always be the best looking child in the family. Zakya: Mummy says we look like you, Champak. Do you agree? I don t. I think Champak looks like himself and I look like myself. Zakta: I don t know. Where does Mommy see the resemblance? Champak: Mommy says Zakta has inherited my soft eyes, my obedience, and my pout. She also tells me that Zakya has my skin, my cool attitude, and that special I-don t-care look. Champak: What s your opinion of Mommy s favourite word, No ? Do you think she means it when she says it? Zakya: Even though she uses the word a lot, we can work around it most of the time. Zakta: If I look just a little sad she lets me do exactly what I want to. Champak: Yes. She loves to believe she has control over us. Champak: For a while we all walked on all fours. That was fun. Why did you stop? Zakya: Mommy said I had to stop because I would have marks on my knees that would last me a lifetime. Plus my lovely pyjamas and leggings were getting spoiled. Also Papa bribed me with the promise of scented Vivienne Westwood and Gucci shoes if I started walking. Zakta: The tit-bits off the ground were not enough for me. I needed more food-real food. And for some odd reason, Mommy really didn t like me licking the floor. Champak: Well, let me tell you, there is nothing as good as staying close to the ground. I can now get to the crumbs that Zakta is no longer allowed to eat. Champak: I struggled to pronounce your names, did you also have a problem with mine? Zakya: Oh yes! Even though we tried, we couldn t get it right. In spite of the fact that by my tenth month I could use big words like Ballerinas thanks to Daddy and Sarah Jessica Parker. So I decided to call you Kabuki and now the name has stuck, hasn t it? Zakta: We also thought you were a lion, because you were so big and we were so tiny. We thought your bark was a roar. Champak: Let s talk about our parents. Do you think they are good parents? Did Mommy come when she was called-or did you need to cry out for her? Zakya: Oh yes. They are good parents. Zakta: Daddy kisses me all the time. It s more wet and slobbery than your kisses. Also they don t take me to Bombay often enough. Which is not good because I am really too young to travel on my own. Zakya: They buy us shoes and clothes, Zakta. That s true love! Zakta: But Daddy could never get our diapers right. He always offered to change them but put them on wrong. We ended up feeling wetter than we started out. Champak: Well, I can t complain. They have proven their love for me over and over again. They have even hired one man to take me out twice a day because I love running, jumping, and playing. Though, I know they will give you both up at some point-they are already talking about your college fund. I think it s because both of you made so much noise to announce your arrival. Zakya: Speaking of going out, have you noticed how he is always ready to take us anywhere? But as soon as Daddy steps out, he is surrounded by many pretty aunties, I wonder why? Champak: Simple. Even when I was a baby whenever he took me for a walk, women on the road thought I was super cute and would stop to pet me. Then they would chat with Dad. I loved the attention, but so did Daddy. Before I knew it, he was walking me three times a day! So, cuteas you both are, it s really all about him. Champak: What do you think about the food at home? Does the menu work for you? Zakya: The thair saadam (curd with rice) and sambhar saadam (lentil curry and rice) are my favourites. Zakta: I like eggs but they aren t allowed at home. Champak: I love my chicken and vegetables, followed by a scoop of Haagen Dazs Cookie Cream ice cream. Champak: If Mommy was to have another career, what do you think it would be? Zakya: An Army General in a military camp, for sure. All her dreams of disciplining everything that moves will come true! I never imagined that my life outside the womb would be so structured. Champak: And Daddy? Zakta: A bartender. For someone who doesn t drink, he sure can fix a drink real quick for Mommy when she is in a bad mood. Champak: You guys are thankless! They are perfect in their roles. They balance us and their work really well. Champak: Who do you think Mommy and Daddy love best?
Champak, Zakta, Zakya: All of us (in unison)!
In the interests of full disclosure I must tell you that this is not an imaginary conversation. Zakta, Zakya, and I communicate instinctively. And yes, I am a Boxer. But you cannot call me Champ. My parents don t like it if you mess with our names. Read the book and find out more about our growing up years. I think you will discover that our family is a lot like yours.
Love
Champak
INTRODUCTION
I HAD NEVER imagined that thirty-three years of my bohemian Mumbai lifestyle would ever include marriage and becoming a mother to a gorgeous Boxer and a set of twins; a (description) girl and a (description) boy. I worshipped my work; design was my calling. Life was high-octane, between never-ending deadlines and the much needed unwinding with friends at the end of each day. Even though I grew up in a protective family that was nurturing, it allowed me the space to evolve as a free-thinking individual-marriage or kids were never a priority. Well, I, however, did meet a man, I knew I would never get bored living with. Post marriage, my move to Chennai was smooth and mostly uneventful. I slid right back into work, till my husband expressed his desire to bring home a dog. After much deliberation, we welcomed a Boxer pup into our lives with open arms and a few apprehensions. Life changed overnight. I discovered levels of attachment and caring, I never imagined possessing. I was suddenly open to loving with everything I had in me and more importantly, was addicted to the unconditional love I received. I had started turning into a mother without even realizing it.
Six months after bringing Champaklal (yes, we named him so) home, I decided to venture into hitherto unchartered territory-having a baby. I do say venture because I treated it like the next thing on my To-Do List !