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Yesterday, my nephew, Nishant, became 4 months old. Ever since he was born, I have seen my sister change.

As usual, there have been wakeful nights, tiresome days, and unending baby demands. When the baby was not dirtying his nappies, he was crying for feed. After having his fill, he was again dirtying his nappies. No doubt it was tiring.

His sleep cycle keeps changing. When his parents are up, he is asleep and when they want to sleep, he wakes up. On the whole, it is very interesting.

I visited them on the last weekend. A visit to their place cheers me up a lot. So whenever I feel I could use some rest emotionally, I end up at their place.

Anyway, this time I saw something so beautiful that I realized that my sister is a new person altogether.

It was a busy day at their place and by the time my sister got some free time to take a bath, it was almost noon. After bathing Nishu, she put him to sleep and went to take her bath. She had just entered the bathroom when Nishu woke up and started crying out loud.

Didi's mother-in-law mixed Lactogen for Nishu and started feeding him. He was busy feeding when my sister rushed out of the bathroom. Apparently she had hurriedly finished her bath and was already sweating again by the time she was out of the bathroom.

When she entered the room, Nishu looked up at her while still feeding. I expected her to be atleast a liitle irritated. Instead her face glowed in a way I do not remember it ever. And then those magical words came out.

"My baby felt hungry again? Good, this is the way you will grow big," she said in a baby voice.

I don't know what struck me about this but it did make me realize that motherhood does bring out the best in a woman.


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  2. nice one...that's what moms are..

  3. Awesome!

    This is the first time I read ur blogs, and must say I am quite happy and glad that you started this blog, and needless to say u know why I am glad.

    And about the post... I don't quite have enough words to write anything, so we'll let that pass.

    Keep up the good work lady!

  4. this is just amazing.The subtle way ,the feeling of motherhood has been described is striking...


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