Rant- I am no Super mom!!!

Hello everyone, a few days ago, I wrote a short piece titled ‘I don’t get religion’. While I was extremely careful not to bash any religion, I guess just writing about religion in any light that is not 100 percent positive is controversial (as I feared). While I did get a lot of positive feedbacks, comments and likes, I had to take it down because someone whom I greatly respected, asked me to. Now I was very resentful at the request for two reasons. First, I didn’t write anything negative and secondly, I felt as if it was a sort of censorship for my blog. However, my respect was greater than my indignation. So I took it down. Of course the person spent the next couple of days trying to ‘educate’ me on why I should get religion. Wonderfully, the ‘education’ went beyond emphasis on faith and focused on logic and rationality, so I guess I got something out of it.

Long Preamble. sorry….back to my Rant.

My BeeBee turned a month yesterday………..Yeaaahhhh! I finally broke down…….Nayyyyyy!

I thought I was ready for motherhood. I read all the books, all the articles, everything on dealing with newborns and avoiding common pitfalls. I guess I didn’t bank on having other people to look after as well. Two days after returning home, I was back to household duties and I was irate. The incision still hurt and moving around was difficult. The first two weeks drained me mentally and physically. Of course BeeBee was perfect and could do no wrong, but I did have severe homicidal thoughts towards the hubby. However, as much as I hate to admit it, the strain helped me recover very quickly. I have been feeling great. Three hours of sleep at night…no biggie. Making breakfast, Lunch and dinner for hubby and his mother….Piece of cake. Making the house presentable for visitors…..forget about it. I am super mom….I could do it all

super mom

Except I am not super mom. #sadface

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Three weeks and counting………. Party Planning commences

My Beebee is three weeks old today. Hurray. She marked the day by being miserable all afternoon. Such a champ. She didn’t cry or fuss when being held, but as soon as she is put down, she becomes really uncomfortable. I Was very worried even though my mother in law assured me it was normal. Am guessing it is gas (Spent a good deal of the afternoon rocking her with one hand and googling baby related articles with the other). I kept giving her gripe water hoping to relieve her (Please mothers, does that really work?) We ended up putting her on her stomach (Even though that scared me because all the baby sites advocate that babies be put to sleep on their backs) and she was finally able to sleep. (Typing this as quickly as I can before I jinx it and she wakes up)<


So I have scheduled a date for my baby dedication/party. And if you have read my post on child dedication almost gone awry , you would realize it is kinda a big deal…..for me at least. I have been planning it for two years. I have gone through all the details in my head, all the things I want to do, what I would wear, what she would wear, what I would cook blah blah blah. I have planned for so long that I am absolutely….. 100 percent certain that it is NOT going to go as planned, because it NEVER ever does. I don’t know if I over plan things or my expectation is way too high. I feel like a bridezilla or is it a Mummyzilla?

The event is February 14th, a good month away and I am already making a shopping list, picked the baby’s outfit (which may not even fit by then) and worrying about little details. I am sleep deprived and I am here worrying about an event 30 days away. You can’t completely blame me though. If you read the above post, you would realize that things can go ‘sour’ really quickly in certain events, so it is necessary to worry and plan….and worry. Deep breaths Hera. I really would like to make some unique meals I have learnt (and hopefully perfected) the past year, but I have never cooked for more than 15 people at a time, so I don’t know my cooking skills for large amount of people. Will it be bland? Will there not enough seasoning? Will they hate it? Am I over thinking things again? AAArrggghhhhhhhh

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Anyways, I will keep you all updated on how the day goes. I will make a conscious effort to focus more on sleeping and my little BeeBee than worrying about how a party turns out, but I have a reputation to maintain. (I make a lot of mouth so I gat to deliver. Me and my big mouth)

So any tips on how to plan a rocking party with ease would be most welcome

Open Letter to Aida Zoe

So my little BeeBee is 2 weeks and 4 days now (Feels way longer) It has been an interesting learning experience. Good news! I am 10kg down already. Hurray (No, I am not exercising or dieting or deliberately trying to lose weight yet. I am vain but I am not that vain). I am eating well so the baby eats well. So imagine when I start putting in some real efforts. (I have 7kg of pre pregnancy weight and 10 kg of pre Bahrain weight to lose in 2014). I gat time.

I am really so blessed. Sure, this has been a very frustrating period and I have thought of ingenious ways of killing my husband, hiding the body in the desert somewhere and collecting his life insurance (If he has one). Let’s just blame hormones. But my little one is perfect. She is so active and loves to play with her hands. She hates being swaddled and has the most adorable sleeping position. She doesn’t cry at all. She fusses when she wants to be changed or fed and just stay calm afterwards. She takes her baths, injections and massages without a whimper. My mum says I was like that (I doubt it). Everyone says she looks like me now. I can’t really tell, but if she does, I must be STUNNING.

Musing done. I came across this amazing poem on the blog of a good friend of mine. It really got to me. It is something I and I am sure billions of women around the world can relate to. You can check out her blog “Through my eyes” at http://ilsa-aida.blogspot.com The poem was aptly titled “I am waiting for you” but since it is the season for open letters in Nigeria, I am going to title it here “Open letter to Aida Zoe’. Enjoy. Hold a hankie. Continue reading

The Trials of Fatimah- the struggles of an orobo Part 3

Sorry, it has been so long since the last Fatimah update.

Excerpts from last post
“You are very pretty, Fatimah’
“No, I am not” Darn it. Me and my big mouth. A boy calls me pretty and I go ahead and deny it. Genius me, but thankfully he goes on
“Nah you are pretty. In a chubby way. And I like Chubby. Want to have lunch here tomorrow, same time?

At this point, I was speechless. He called me chubby. Not fat, not orobo, but chubby. I think I am in love. I nod my acceptance and he smiled again, shook my hand and left.

I have a date. Me! Fatimah Yusuf has a date. I am finally part of the rush. Woohooo!!!! I need another plate of rice. I cannot contain my excitement! Tomorrow is so far away.

    June 28 2005

‘That’s not a date’
“of course it is.’
No, it is not. He said “want to have lunch tomorrow”. that doesn’t make it a date jo’

That’s Ngozi. Trying to ruin my one good moment. I had told my room mates about my date when I got back to the dorm. While Stella was excited for me (Stella is an amazing roomie, even though she did pour my miracle weight loss formula away); Bose was indifferent.(I can’t blame her. She had a lot of boys on her case. I personally think it is only because of her “assets” because I found her rather plain looking…..or maybe its my beef talking), but Ngozi took it quite personal. She decided to analyze the circumstances and the words spoken to decipher if it was truly a date. According to her, the tone did not indicate a romantic overture, the school café is the most inappropriate place for a date as it was too public and the third unspoken reason(in my head at least was that she felt that I was too fat for anyone to want to go on a date with) I was getting mad, as she kept pushing but I knew I had the perfect come back

‘So when Oke invited you for the weekend and you didn’t let us hear word about the date, but it turns out that two of his friends and their girlfriends were also there. Then, according to your analogy, it was not a date either since it was not romantic enough as four other people were there abi. Didn’t the boys share one room and the girls shared another?’

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And her names are………….. Drum rolls please…..

Happy New Year……..I guess. Sorry. I am not really big on New years. It only serves to remind me that I am getting older, that I am NOW in my late 20s and swiftly approaching the dreaded 30.

cryingI still feel like 21 at heart.

So today was my baby’s naming ceremony back home. The hubby and I had stated that we would prefer a very quiet prayer ceremony indoors with just a few friends and family. And sure enough, ‘just’ over 150 people showed, canopies outside, women on matching head scarves, souvenirs were shared. Just your ‘typical quiet prayer ceremony indoors’

Now, everybody has insisted of giving the baby a name. From the grandparents, aunties, uncles, cousins twice removed, step nephew’s neighbor to the lady selling roasted corn ten houses away. The name issue created quite a bit of controversy, that at a point, we just gave up and let everyone call her what ever they wanted.

So, without much ado, I represent to you the list of my baby’s names that I am currently aware of and the people that gave them the names Continue reading