Headbath

I had this lovely post reviewing feeding rooms in Bangalore. However, Blogger decided to eat it up. Shattered, I am attempting to rewrite it but I doubt it will ever be as good as the original one. But then again, it's a review of feeding rooms, how good does it need to be? We shall see. The existence of feeding rooms is not something I ever thought about. I figured they must exist because I've come across a few at airports and malls. The euphemistic symbol of a woman changing a baby signals that there is a room nearby that affords some measure of privacy such that a baby's diaper may be changed. Conveniently, there's a chair in said room presumably, to recover from diaper-tastic shock. Alternatively, a mother may use this chair to feed her baby. Not in image: Chair I wasn't sure if these rooms existed in Bangalore but since E was born in March, I've been pleasantly surprised to find them at the following places: Phoenix Marketcity, Whitefield Forum

The concept of babywearing is as old as babies - I have a mental image of a cavewoman foraging near her cave with dogs by her side and a baby on her back. Tribal populations in India continue this practice but for some reason, this isn't very common among us city-dwellers. I've been carrying baby E since she was 5 days old in a purple Flo soft carrier from Mamas and Papas. The Flo and other soft carriers is basically a strip of stretchy cotton jersey fabric - about 30 inches wide and 7 feet long - that you wrap around your body and then stick baby in. It took a few tries to figure out how to use it properly but my sleepy newborn was the perfect test subject - she practically lived in there the first month. There is some contention about the term "babywearing"; RIE practitioners like Janet Lansbury  hate the term because it implies that baby is an item of clothing while the Sears' consider it one of the  seven pillars of attachment parenting . I like the ter