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Best Gynecologists and Practices for Pregnancy and Childbirth

Best Gynecologists and Practices for Pregnancy and Childbirth

“The baby’s warmth was the antiseptic for the pain she had during childbirth.”- Areej A Karim

From the very moment, you realize you are pregnant, your body, mind, and life as a whole change. After nine months of carefully tending to a tiny life in that growing belly, the last few hours may seem the longest, as you wait to take home the prize- a baby to cuddle, nurture and love.

The process of childbirth

Pregnancy may be considered to be tough for most women, with the extra weight she has to carry, the unease and hormonal fluctuations she has to tackle all along. The hardest part in the entire process is the process of childbirth, when it finally makes a mother out of a woman. Whether it is a natural (vaginal) delivery, which is not known to be gentle, with the excruciating pain during labor or, caesarean delivery that comes with the risk of infections and blood clots, both could be life-altering for a woman.

The clash of the two options

According to most gynecologists, natural (vaginal) birth is the best option for a mother. A woman’s body is designed for childbirth. However, a lot of factors could threaten this natural order. For example, the pelvis size, ability to physically withstand pain, the length of the labor, and complications around the fetal position, placenta, can hamper the natural birthing process. A caesarean delivery comes in play to save the baby and the mother from any complications that may be life-threatening.

But, in recent times, a caesarean delivery seems to have become an elective option; owing to the convenience and sense of control it gives women and their families. It isn’t uncommon for families to opt for this, as they consider it to be less painful, thus making C-sections commonplace surgeries in India. However, C-sections aren’t free of risks. There are serious operation risks and the recovery time may be longer than a normal delivery and may also result in the weakening of the uterus for future births.  Also, the cost of cesarean delivery in Delhi may well run into many thousands.

It is best to avoid electing for a C-section for frivolous reasons 

According to World Health Organization, C-sections should be well under 10-15% of deliveries. However, in recent times, this percentage has been alarmingly high. Remember, not all C-sections should be avoided. In some cases, it is essential to the mother as well as to the life of the infant.

Thus, a good gynecologist is required to help judge the situation. You would ideally need someone who understands your body and its requirements. Hold those preliminary discussions, at the beginning of your pregnancy itself, on the benefits of both the options and which one is the best for you and your baby.

Remember:

  • Ask around. There is nothing wrong in that. Instead of a blanket reputation of “He/ she are a good doctor”, check on the doctor’s credentials, years of practice and hospital support.
  • Check the time you would get with the gynecologist. How easy is it going to be to meet your doctor? Today most doctors don’t have the time, and often patients wait for hours, for those few precious minutes of consultation.
  • Is your doctor accessible on the phone during emergencies?
  • Cost of doctor and hospital facility, needless to say, should be as per one’s affordability. Do check if your insurance policy covers the hospital in which the gynecologist you have identified is working.
  • Trust and comfort level with the doctor is a must. You should be able to discuss vital aspects of birthing with your doctor. He/she should be able to answer all questions willingly with a friendly and responsive attitude.
  • It pays to make your decision after you’ve had a chance to speak with several doctors. Do your research before you take the plunge.

Choosing Sitaram Bhartia

If you are searching for the best gynecologist in Delhi, Sitaram Bhartia Institute of Science and Research may well be a good choice. The hospital aims at providing every woman with a positive birth experience and avoids unnecessary C-section. Its dedicated team, works towards overcoming all challenges in giving woman the right support and care.

Even the best gynecologist is literally of not much use, without the support of a strong team. Sitaram Bhartia provides group practice. So, if a gynecologist isn’t available when her patient walks in, then another gynecologist can attend to the patient. Thus, no patient misses out on their check-up, and gets the care they deserve. The hospital works towards providing antenatal education, answering all queries, with a friendly and responsive attitude. With round the clock facilities and support, it ensures the birthing process goes through smoothly.

The Low C-Section Rate

In the year 2016, Sitaram Bhartia’s staff gynecologists achieved an 88% normal delivery rate for first-birth low-risk women. This is a far lower number in comparison to other private hospitals in Delhi. This low C-section rate is a good starting point to evaluate gynecologist, and making the right choice.

Working towards a healthy pregnancy and childbirth

  • Be well informed. Read up on your pregnancy and childbirth to understand what is happening to your body.
  • Exercise moderately (after consulting your health care practioner). Attend classes conducted by hospitals. From simple breathing exercises to stretching ones, they could prepare you well for child birth.
  • Watch your diet. Eat healthy to stay fit through your pregnancy and are ready for labor.
Reminiscences of the King of Fruits – Mango #AtoZChallenge

Reminiscences of the King of Fruits – Mango #AtoZChallenge

“The joy in a slice of mango is unmatched- pure bliss.”

What is it with fathers and mangoes? Why does a fruit as simple as this weave a web of memories of bygone days in my mind? Come summer and every year the season is welcomed by this green and yellow fruit. They may be juicy or tangy and sour. Yet, you could enjoy them in any way you choose. 

My father loved the fruit. My memories of my childhood summers are full of my father’s antics with mangoes. Though I loved the fruit myself, I could never really understand his obsession with the fruit. All that I was really interested in was to dig my teeth into the juicy pulp.

It was a whole ritual. Every time he would go to our roadside vendor to choose the fruit himself. The right one had to smell right, look right and feel right. He would judge how good the mango is by looking at the stem point. After he brought them home, he would wash them well and peel the skin thinly with a knife.  He would further slice them into thin long stripes or dice them and keep them on  a platter. It would be then refrigerated for an hour or so, and served after dinner.  Ah!!! The feeling then was sheer bliss…

Years have passed by….My Dad isn’t there anymore. And my passion for mangoes has somehow died along with him

I am a parent now and I do the mango ritual for my kids in my own way. I choose them randomly, hoping they are good. I lack the skill my father had. I skin them with a peeler, unable to slice thin with a knife. The only simlarity is that I refrigerate them for a while before serving. And yes, my kids love it.

I realized now, it was not his skill … It is the pure love that he had in his heart for the fruit and for us, to serve us the best.

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Of Children and their Thoughts #AtoZChallenge

Of Children and their Thoughts #AtoZChallenge

Children have this unique skill of giving the simplest of solutions to the most complex of issues in life. They can give answers to questions we ourselves never really manage to find. It’s amazing to see how innocence can address the complexities of life.

I lost my father in the early months of 2015, after a fierce and unsuccessful tryst with cancer. It was not a fight that was his alone, but it actually was the entire family’s fight. The grief that followed post death was pretty subdued. In fact it was more a relief that the pain and trauma the disease inflicted on each one of us had eased out. Through the months of 2015, despite me settling back into normal course of life, I would stumble upon things belonging to dad and ponder about the good old days.

On a warm Saturday afternoon, I sat in my verandah pondering over thoughts. The warmth of the afternoon sun was a comforting embrace, when all of a sudden my 7 year old propped her head on my lap, staring right into my face. She sensed all wasn’t well and asked me if I was missing grandpa. She had earlier asked me at the time of death as to what happened to grandpa, and where he had gone. I had then told her the usual story that now grandpa had become a star. But, somehow I felt like being frank at that moment and said, “Yes, I am missing him a lot today”.

My little girl thought for a while, held my hand and said, “Mamma, why do you feel sad? Grandpa is here only. He hasn’t gone anywhere”. I gave her a stare. She continued, “See Mamma, he has just become a star and it is morning time now, so you are not able to see him. When it is night-time, he will come out then you can see him”. She didn’t stop there. She added, “Grandpa is seeing you always, but you aren’t looking at him because you are always sad and then sleep in the night. So grandpa should miss you…”

I had a hearty laugh. Not that what she said made much sense to me, but I realized she had found answers in her own convincing way. Answers filled with innocence. It made me feel better and I smiled with an uncanny lightness in my heart.

Over and out to you little girl!

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Generation Gaps #AtoZChallenge

Generation Gaps #AtoZChallenge

Generation gaps- They have always been around, from time immemorial. The age difference between my parents and me is roughly around 25 years. And surely, in this time, there have been a string of technological advancements, lifestyle and societal changes. These changes are bound to bring about a generation gap by way of difference in opinions and thought processes.

What causes generation gaps?

Generation gaps are the results of the differences that creep in due to the changes in time and worlds we are born in. The world around us experiences changes with every passing moment. And over a period of time, these changes are noticeable. When people don’t grow along, adapt or evolve, clashes are bound to happen. Thus, understanding that generation gaps are a normal thing and exists all around, makes it easy to peacefully co-exist.

From teens to adulthood

For years now, I have had constant opinion differences with my parents. In fact, during my teens, these differences were on an all-time high, when I would find every single thing they said going against me. When they would not allow me to have it all my way, I would often become repulsive. It definitely is a common problem among teens, when one feels the parent isn’t really trying to be understanding. But over the years, with maturity having set in, I look back and thank God that my parents were actually strict. It probably made me the person I am today. Surely if they would have let me have it all my way, I would have made far too many mistakes and have caused irrecoverable damages to my life.

As a fully grown adult, I still experience clash of views with my elderly parents and I do lose my cool very often. But once I calm down, I look at the issue at hand more practically. Despite sharing the same core values with my parents, we still have starkly different opinions. Many a times we don’t really appreciate each other’s point of view. But over the years we have learnt to live with it all. Somewhere, we have understood that this world, is big enough to accommodate each one of us, with all are differences included.  We have learnt to co-exist despite all the opposing opinions.

Can the clashes be handled?

At a young age, parents are our primary caretakers and well-wishers. They are experienced and knowledgeable. Thus it makes more sense to respect their age. If you do find them to be over protective, do take that step to discuss the issue practically. As an elderly parent of full grown adults, do acknowledge the fact that the child is now a grown individual and has his or her own opinions and thought. They are old enough to take on the world and its best to leave decisions to their discretion.

How do you handle generation gap clashes?

Of Excesses and Being Economical #AtoZChallenge

Of Excesses and Being Economical #AtoZChallenge

“Economical”- the dictionary explains this word as being efficient and prudent in the use of resources. Surely, the essence of this word may not make much sense to many in today’s generation. We are what you would call a generation of excesses. 

We buy more, thanks to the influx of online shopping portals and far too many brands and stores. We trash more, very often without blinking an eyelid. No wonder our closets are almost full to the brim, with clothes that we might not even wear. Not to forget the overflowing garbage bins in our cities that are loaded with trash of all kinds- plastics, synthetics, metals and others.

Growing up days

But things weren’t like this a decade or so back. Life was far simpler, with fewer wants and needs. Growing up in the eighties and nineties, I witnessed my mother being prudent in many a ways. Shopping was restricted to festive times and, when a need actually came by. Things were trashed only if it had been used to its fullest capacity, and not because one was bored of using it. There was always an attempt to recycle and reuse.

Books from calendar sheets, pots and pans

Way back then, calendars would come with a blank side. At the end of every year, she would cut out the sheets into appropriate sizes, and pin them up to make little notepads. These pads would be used by her to jot down household expenses, menu plans, shopping lists etc… Old jars and bottles would be cleaned inside out, and then painted with poster colours. Seeds of little flowering plants would be put in them, which would adorn our garden wall. At the end of every academic year, the remaining pages from our notebooks would be ripped out and stitched together make a notebook. We would use these notebooks for rough and maths practice at home. She was excellent in sewing and would use scraps of old cloth to make rugs for our home.

Ever heard of recycle and reuse?

Mother believed in using everything to its fullest capacity. She was economical and avoided generating much of waste and trash. There were two concepts that she stressed on- recycle and reuse. It was only when an item had become totally unusable, would she actually discard them.

So how economical and prudent are you? Do you put that effort to recycle and reuse stuff lying around at home?

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Dad’s Watch- #AtoZChallenge

Dad’s Watch- #AtoZChallenge

Dad’s watch has become my most prized possession, since the day I cleared out his closet along with my mother.  As the two of us, rummaged through his personal belongings, I picked up his watch, an old self-winding piece that had stood the test of time for over sixty years. And just seeing, touching and wearing that watch brought back a flood of memories and feelings.

Going through the dead man’s closet

If the death of a loved one is heartbreaking, then going through that person’s personal belonging post death is equally heart- wrenching.  It took mom and me over six months to clean out dad’s belongings. Through the entire process of sorting, there were moments when mom would shed tears and look around her, as though she sensed his presence around. There were memories of him as we spoke of bygone days together, and finally there was that moment when we realized we must simply let go.

And we must let go

We began sorting out his stuff into “keep”, “throw” and “donate”. But by the end of the day we had realized that the box marked “keep” was almost full, whereas the other two boxes barely had items. We didn’t want to let go, and surely wanted everything that once belonged to him- an old pair of socks, a worn out shirt, an accounts ledger in his handwriting, a pair of shoes which would seldom fit any of us. There were innumerable other things such as coat buttons, comb and hankies. Finally, on seeing the pile that lay in front of us, mom decided that it didn’t quite make sense to hold on to each and everything that belonged to him. It was best each family member picked up one item of Dad that they liked.

Time is surely eternal

Of all the things that lay in front of me, I picked up Dad’s watch. An old self-winding watch, it belonged to my grandfather and Dad had picked it up when grandfather had died. At that moment, there was this sudden sense of calmness that seeped through me. The watch on my wrist, I felt the need to let go and move ahead in life. The watch had witnessed the vagaries of time. It had moved on from, death to life, to death. I realized, the only thing eternal in this universe is time. And surely years later there may come a time, when the watch shall pass hands yet again, when my time shall end.

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Bonding With Your Child- When Do you Do it? #AtoZChallenge

Bonding With Your Child- When Do you Do it? #AtoZChallenge

Bonding with your child is building that emotional connect. It is when you and your child are together, doing practical things or whatsoever, bringing about a wonderful connection. Being the mom of two little ones, I spend hours doing things with them. So between all my daily tasks and work, and the kids school and extracurricular activities, there are activities thrown in. From craft work, to gardening or, simply just lazing on the bed with a book in hand, the girls and I love these moments as we giggle, laugh and smile away.

Bonding is essential to create lasting memories

But when I look back at my childhood days, I don’t remember my Amma doing any of the activities that I do, with my kids. Yet, there is a beautiful bond that she has created, and memories that would last a lifetime. Those were the days before the great internet revolution. Those were the days, well before the digital era. Those were the days before fast-food culture could take us by storm.

My earliest memories of Amma are of her being the busiest person in the household. I remember the kitchen lights going on at 5 in the morning, when Amma would begin her day. It would go off only by 11 in the night, well after the entire family had retired to bed. Yet, there wasn’t a moment when she complained, looked hassled or looked tired.

Joy in everyday things

On most afternoons, Amma would be busy making home-made snacks and savories. I would sit on the kitchen platform, as she narrated folklore and mythological tales of kings and Gods. I distinctly remember the months of February and March every year, when Amma would prepare rice crispies. I would be put in charge to guard the neatly laid out rice crispies that were to be dried in sun, from crows, before being stored in airtight containers. Sundays meant an elaborate oil bath, and as she would comb my hair, seated on a mat in the warm afternoon sun, we would listen to the radio and hum away old Hindi songs together. Somewhere she did it all so seamlessly. It wasn’t like as though she had set aside some time for us kids. She integrated it all in her daily life amidst all the other things she had to do.

Bonding isn’t about big gestures

And that’s what probably Amma did. It isn’t about doing elaborate activities together. It is in simple everyday stuff that we do, that make up our life. I don’t think Amma waited for any special occasion. She just blended it all so well, and the emotional connection just materialized.

Acceptance- There is Happiness in it! #AtoZChallenge

Acceptance- There is Happiness in it! #AtoZChallenge

Surely we humans are different from our pets in many a ways. And if you have ever had one in your life, you would exactly understand what unconditional love is. These simple beings, accept us the way we are, with all our shortcomings. On the other hand, we humans often become judgmental of others, and seldom accept another’s differences in habits and traits.

Growing up with Amma

Growing up in a highly orthodox Tambrahm home, I have been a witness to my Amma’s difficulty in handling my overly religious grandmother. Grandma would be very particular about her rituals and practices, apart from the way the home had to be run. Amma would follow her guidelines, and despite not agreeing with grandmother on many things, I have never found her talk ill about her. My father, a relatively softer person, would seldom support his young bride in front of his mother.

As I grew old enough to understand things, I have often asked Amma, why didn’t she ever make my father discuss issues with his mother? Why didn’t she ever force him to speak boldly to his mother? Call it social conditioning or unconditional love, Amma would tell me that father was a soft-natured person; hence he would never talk back to his mother. Amma had accepted his nature completely, with all his shortcomings, and did not want to force him to react to a situation in way she deemed right.

The profoundness in her words

As a young girl, I would never understand what mom really meant and would often equate it to meekness. But over the years, I have begun to realize how profound her words are. Today, I consciously try to look at things from a perspective that’s different from mine, to accept another for whom and what they are.

Acceptance is not agreeing

You don’t really need to agree to what another has to say or think or does. Acceptance is when you stop judging and expecting a person, to react or behave, in a way which you deem as right! We often tend to write our own versions of a person to suit our ego’s best interest. And this is what as humans we need to change.

Acceptance comes with its share of benefits

As I began putting in the effort towards accepting those I come across in my life, I sensed these changes:

  • I reduced dissension and resentments.
  • It brought me closer to the person, and helped me build a stronger and more fulfilling relationship.
  • I have begun to accept my own self better; my flaws and positive aspects too.
  • I sense that element of calmness within myself
Do You Mask Your Wound?

Do You Mask Your Wound?

My eight year old was bruised badly. Falling off the slide, the left side of her face had been scraped by the rough gravel below. Luckily the wound wasn’t very deep and required just a bit of home treatment. But the little one was upset beyond words. The swelling caused her pain when she ate or spoke.  It made her conscious too. “What if my friends laughed at the wound on my face?  I won’t go to school tomorrow”, she sobbed. Calming her down, I convinced her that hiding from people isn’t really the solution. Instead, she should tell her friends how brave she had been, to withstand the pain of the wound. The little one seemed convinced. She dared to not mask her wound!!!

How well kids accept simple solutions to life’s issues!

But growing up into adults, this ability surely seems to do the vanishing act.  Despite having given all that gyan to my eight year old, I realized the hard- hitting truth, that I had been doing just the reverse. I tend to mask my wounds. Probably not the ones visible, but the hidden emotional wounds embedded deep within the recesses of the heart.

Hidden wounds take longer to heal than physical wounds.

There is a hidden wound in almost each one of us, isn’t it? Memories that hurt, of prejudices inflicted by society, memories of abuse, ridicule, criticism or hatred. I often suppress such wounds within me, letting the anger grow inside. Seldom did I realize that by doing so, I was subconsciously never allowing the wound to heal. I was just making it worse!!!

Applying the gyan…

…I gave my little one, I reflected on healing the hidden wounds.

Speaking it out: There’s something about revealing feelings to someone you trust. It relieves a great deal of the pain, fear, anger, resentment and bitterness.

Emotions are natural: I realized there’s no point in resenting feelings. These are natural emotions and whether we like it or not, they come with an element of pain. So acknowledging them helps to effectively handle them when they arise the next time.

Face it all: Over the years I tended to avoid certain situations and kind of people with the fear of being hurt. It was more my fear that caused discomfort, than the actual situation. It is important to overcome this fear, and to do one must let go of past memories.

Emotions are part of human existence. The real strength does not lie in masking it, or pretending it does not exist, but in the courage to accept it and bear it all.

So, do you also mask your wounds?

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The Magic of Warmth!

The Magic of Warmth!

“A soldier doesn’t fight because he hates what is in front of him. A soldier fights because he loves what he left behind.” – Unknown

It was for the third time that we had to cancel our planned vacation. The bags lay half packed on the bed, as I looked up at his stoic face. His eyes said it all; the vacation was not going to happen for some time to come. I didn’t utter a word the entire day.

It’s overwhelming indeed!

From the time of the Great World Wars, there have been abundant discussions and dialogues’ describing what life for a soldier is like. Movies and bestsellers have well portrayed human experiences and mental outlook during difficult military deployments. However, there has been little attention on the effects these deployments have on the wife. When the man of the house is away on military operations, the family experiences significant stress, and dealing with it could be overwhelming.

The wife goes through loneliness, pressures of extensive separation, potential difficulty in bringing up children, disruption in family roles and many a times a feeling of a loss of emotional support.

I didn’t bid goodbye!

And when the unit “Husband” belongs to, decides to make last minute changes to its schedule, holidays planned with families may never see the light of the day. The air of disappointment lingered around as I sulked when the “Husband” picked up his bag to leave. It was evident- there would be a month of separation. The complex emotions were hard to counter, and I stood still without bidding him the ritual goodbye I had been doing so for the last decade.

Loneliness- When kids weave a magic to overcome it

I sat that night on my bed, looking outside the window. The vast expanse of the night created a deeper sense of loneliness. As I propped up my pillow, I felt my 8 year old’s hands moving through my hair. They felt warm as she gently massaged drops of oil with her tiny fingers. Children have this uncanny sense of understanding, of feelings that are seldom spoken. They are better able to comprehend what is not expressed in words and gestures, but what is evident in facial expressions.

Sensing my mood, she felt it right to just give me-her mother- a touch of warmth, hoping it would smooth things over.

I let her move her little hands through my hair, as the warm coconut oil sooth my temples. I closed my eyes. Maybe I was being unreasonable. Being married to the man in uniform, my life is a jumble of both joyous and lonely moments. And it is best I take one day at a time. Well, I wasn’t sure if it was the warmth of the oil or her tiny fingers that brought about this realization to me.

It was a magic of warmth moment indeed!!!!!

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