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Hi guys out there! Well, stories have been my first love because they make life. We all have stories to talk about, stories untold, stories locked in our hearts. I have been writing stories ever since they influenced me. Here I am with three fiction novels in my kitty. If you have a story you want to talk about, you can always write to me. Here you'll find my blog posts too which are sometimes funny and stupid because I choose to write what prevails within me. About me on a personal note: I love to write at any time. Some day, I want to be the person who creates a tiny difference in the book world. Apart from that, I do have common interests just like anybody else with an extra tint of passion for books. You can always write to me here chitalmehta1987@gmail.com or check my website here - www.chitalmehta.com

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Mommyhood and my messy house

Over the weekend, my husband and I went out for lunch at a friend’s place. After struggling with my 10 month old all morning to feed him food that he will dribble all over his mouth, dress him up for the cold weather which he will hate and the biggest challenge comes - to have him strapped in his car seat for a 20 min ride all the way while he screams his lungs out, I was already feeling my insides shouting for food.

But my appetite was confronted by their house which was speck and clean – as if they had shifted the day before, as if all they ever did was to clean their house, as if they were most organized people on earth. Lately, I have been feeling terribly bad when I see homes that are clean and organized (because I just cannot seem to have a clean house even for half a day). I tell myself that it’s really okay to be messy because I take care of an extremely demanding and crawling baby all day. I tell myself that people will understand my plight when they see the baby. I also discussed the same with other mothers who agreed that its really unnecessary to worry about a clean house for at least until the baby grew a little.

Unconvinced, I decided to get my house organized, come what may. I was ready to wage war with my 10-month old son, ready to face whatever mess he may shove upon me.

My regular Monday schedule (The day I decided to get organized)


6 am: Day begins. Baby awake already. After changing his diaper, I scream to my husband to take care of the baby because I need to brush and get something hot to drink.
6.30 am: I enter the kitchen to set the menu for the day. I decide to multi task and clean the kitchen as well. I feel something near my legs. Baby crawling. So I carry him and get him something to eat all the while when I call out to my husband.
7.30 am: I finally get my husband to carry the baby and enter the kitchen for the second time. No time to clean anything. I get cooking done just in time.
8.15 am: Baby again near my legs screaming for me. He wants me to play with him. I smile at him wondering when will I get time to have my coffee. I call at my husband again but he says he needs to be in time for work.
9.30 am: we are waving daddy goodbye after giving him breakfast and lunch. Baby finally decids to take a morning nap. I get two golden hours of silence. I spend 15 minutes peacefully having my coffee and breakfast. With renewed energy, I clean up the mess in the kitchen.
11.30 am: Baby wakes up with a screaming alarm. I carry him, change his diaper and set him for play. It’s time for a small snack. We dance and eat to the music of rhymes. He crawls all around exploring the house and pulling at whatever comes to his tiny hands.
12.30 pm: Shower time for baby that lasts 20 mins. Shower time for me that lasts 5 mins because he hates it when I shower.
1.30 pm: Lunch time. He loves to eat but he loves more to play with food. There is food everywhere around the house.
3.30 pm: After nonstop play, he decides it’s time for nap. I spend 20 mins to just put him to sleep. Lunch time for me. I finally get to eat in silence while I grab my I-pad to catch my favorite show or check my emails or just get some writing done. After which, I end up picking all toys and crap from the carpet. I spend the next one hour organizing stuff.
5 pm: Baby awake. Snack time followed by play time. He now needs to get out for some air because he is bored with me. (He doesn’t say it but I can read it on his face). We are out, dressed warm having a nice walk greeting people and their dogs. Baby enjoys watching trees.
6.15 pm: Back home. Desperately bored with all toys. Waiting for daddy to come home. Already called daddy twice asking him to come home soon.
6.30 pm: Daddy is home. Baby excited to see another human being. I finally get some ME time again which I spend in the kitchen planning for dinner.
7.15 pm: Baby in the kitchen floor throwing and grabbing things. I finally get him his dinner while he tries to jump out from his high chair. After a long play with daddy and mommy back and forth, he decides to retire to bed.
9 pm: I finally get dinner for my husband and myself while we get some talking done and screaming in whispers. Husband gets busy with TV. I spend time once again cleaning all the rooms picking up all mess and organizing stuff, preparing for the day ahead.
10 pm: Exhausted. Need to sleep right away. (Baby wakes up twice or thrice making sure mommy is right there)

Day 2:

6 am: Awake. Baby also awake. I decide not to spend time organizing stuff. I am already feeling relaxed.

I end up having a relaxed day.

Motto for myself: Don’t bother cleaning the mess too much. Mommyhood is enough for now.

About the Author Chital Mehta loves to explore new books. After becoming a mother, she started this blog to share her experiences as a mother. Apart from being busy with her baby, she makes times for writing, reading and watching movies. She has authored 4 fiction novels. You can find details on her facebook page :Chital Mehta facebook

Write to her : chitalmehta1987@gmail.com

Thursday, January 21, 2016

How I survived a long haul flight with a baby

When my husband dropped the bomb on me telling that I had to travel all the way to India alone with a BABY, I began to have nightmares. The whole idea of spending 10 plus hours in a flight with a 6 month old send shivers throughout my body. Even though I was the mother of the baby, it seemed scary to actually travel with him.

I googled extensively on ideas to have a smooth trip without losing my mind on the flight. Thanks to the internet, I did get some ideas. I am back from the to and fro trip. Here I am, very much alive after the journey. But I did learn from my mistakes. If you’re a mum looking for ideas, you should remember that what works for another baby may not work for your baby.

Anyway, here is a list of things that I packed for the flight journey. Also, I have outlined what I thought to be my mistakes.

Carryon baggage:

This is the most trickiest part if you’re travelling alone. Though most airlines give 2 carryon bags for baby , it’s hard to carry more baggage if you have to carry a baby in one hand. I limited mine to one diaper bag with the essentials.

·         Diapers – 12 to 20 (You will be changing only every 3 hours or so; no point in carrying too many)
·         Wipes (To clean surfaces and baby’s hands and mouth)
·         3 set of clothes for baby
·         Extra pair of socks and mittens
·         Baby food and water
·         Bibs and spoons
·         A large cloth to use it in airports to let the baby crawl. (I found it very useful)
·         A blankie
·         A small hand fan (sometimes flights can be stuffy)
·         Couple of toys
·         Thrash bag
·         Basic medicines.
·         Baby carrier (extremely useful to navigate through airports)
·         Music player for mum.

The trick is to keep it really simple. I had ended up over loading my bag when I flew down the first time. In the flight, I realized my baby didn’t really need most of the things. In fact, I didn’t even have the time to use most of what I had packed.

If you plan to breastfeed, it helps to wear something comfortable. I made the mistake of wearing jeans the first time. But later I wore skirt during the return trip which proved to be more comfortable.
I travelled by the Qatar Airways which was fairly fine. The crew was friendly enough to entertain my baby when he was cranky and bored. Also, I bothered them a number of times to which they were very calm. I did book a bassinet like most other parents but my baby did not sleep on it even for a minute. He preferred sleeping on me. If your baby sleeps, you’re a lucky woman.

It helps to be friendly with co-passengers. I was lucky in meeting people who were happy to hold my baby to let me have lunch peacefully. Also, you get somebody to talk with.

I am no longer scared of flight journeys with my baby. I guess you get used to it. If you have more ideas, please drop in the comments section.

All the best for your journey!

About the Author Chital Mehta loves to explore new books. After becoming a mother, she started this blog to share her experiences as a mother. Apart from being busy with her baby, she makes times for writing, reading and watching movies. She has authored 4 fiction novels. You can find details on her facebook page :Chital Mehta facebook

Write to her : chitalmehta1987@gmail.com