The Nicest Paediatrician

It's hard watching your baby cry when she's getting vaccinated. For the most part, the doctors seem sad to do it too but our general attitude is that it must be done and baby will cry.

Unless your paediatrician is like this guy:

E doesn't like it when I use the nasal aspirator on her. So I took a tip from this doctor and turned it into a game (minus the flinging tissues a tree died so that a baby could laugh. Fair trade).

Yeah, turn stuff into games. Babies like that. Now to show this to our paediatrician.

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Dealing With Baby's First Cold

E caught her first cold on 14/09/2014. From me. I did everything I could to protect her from my illness my hands were raw from washing . Still, she woke up with a runny nose on that fateful Sunday morning. I messaged E's paediatrician who recommended that I give E half a dropperful of T-minic drops, two times a day. T-minic apparently eases symptoms such as a runny nose, stuffy nose, and sneezing ! Generally mistrustful of medical practitioners, I quickly Googled, 'T-minic.' Which was just as well, because the US Food and Drug Administration (USFDA) advises parents to refrain from administering cold and cough medicine to infants below the age of 2 . The active ingredients in T-minic are chlorphenamine maleate makes a person sleepy and phenylephrine hydrochloride a decongestant , both of which are contraindicated by the USFDA for infants under the age of 2. After having conducted research on usage of such medication, the USFDA found that that reports of harm to ch...

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Anthe

I started this weblog as exactly that, a web log of E’s growth from birth. I’ve chronicled her introduction to life, sleep ( here and here ), food ( here and here ), and play ( here ) in these sites and I am grateful to have had the time to make this. There is a gap where I haven’t chronicled her toddler-hood; ages 3 onwards. I stopped for two reasons: I sounded like a sanctimonious twat (excuses for same here and here ) I didn’t think I was a good parent anymore because E’s father and I separated. Mommy blogging is sanctimonious bs. The truth is that none of know what the fuck is going on and we’re all just trying to get to the end of the day with some of our sanity intact. Some days are great, some days are awful but mostly it stays at an average mean and we wipe our brows, call it a day, and get ready for the next. Babies change as they grow into children. Toddlerhood is that in-between. E learned about divorce just as her language skills were developing. She understood our ...

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Raising E

It’s tiring bringing up a child in Bangalore. In my previous life, I made plans to take her to a place that mirrored “my" India. The India of malls and indoor play areas. I stopped taking her to public parks because I think they are disgusting. The way I looked at it was: I did not spend 9 months breeding a human, and x years raising it, to have her play in some rusty jungle gym, to discover a used condom, or find used syringes or get pushed around by lousy (as in, with lice) children. Yeah, the play area in my building was good enough. At least I knew that the kids who play there were clean. Sounds classist? You bet it was. Nah. I just took my kid to The Oberoi - they have a lovely lawn there, you see. Who needs jungle gyms when you’ve got bread-loving koi fish. Who needs to deal with the ill-mannered kids of people-who-can-barely-make-ends-meet when you can be sure to be in the company of people who know what a social contract is. But on our way there...

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