Nisarga

Category: People

  • Bhaubeej 2011

    So, Bhaubeej, or Bhaidooj, as the Hindi people call it was yesterday, and Nisarga had a blast.

    Actually his day hadn’t been so great since he had been constipated again after quite a while of good stomach, so he was fussy. But all that changed when he reached there. Normally the boy who yells and forces people to pay attention to him instead of talking with each other was delighted to be at the center of everyone’s attention.

    Reminded me of what another aunt said. “In a family gathering, the babies thrive in the middle of the room” Absolutely true for this guy at least. Not much to say – the pics will say it all (including a brand new picture for his profile).

    We had a pretty good time, actually. He played a lot, we talked a lot, his recent development into sitting more surely got a lot of approving noises… more on that later.

    The food was good. Nisarga ate first and slept on time, so we ate stress free… like clockwork to the point of him waking up just as things got boring and wanting to poop (which meant we headed home while others talked themselves down to normalcy) just the way his dad and mom tend to do, so perhaps it is hereditary 😀

  • Diwali visit to grandparents

    We went to Virar to meet my in-laws over lunch at the temple. My father-in-law is too old to travel much and hadn’t met Nisarga in months, and Diwali was a time when they anyway want us to come and pay our respects at the temple. (no, it doesn’t matter that I am atheist – apparently god doesn’t discriminate)

    Anyway, it was somewhat a disaster in terms of crowded trains, heat really sucking the life out of us all, particularly Nisarga who got really cranky. A hurried lunch and hassled afternoon. Things got better after we all napped for a while in the afternoon.

    So a brief time before we left was what the doting grandparents really got with Nisarga, and we wrung every last bit of attention out of it. Some of the pictures tell the story.

  • Meeting Dokya

    One of our friends from the mountaineering days is Dr. Milind Chitale. We had been planning to take Nisarga and his medical papers to him for a friend’s opinion on his issues and treatment.

    Accordingly, finally we took Nisarga today. My father had come along, which was a bit awkward for me, because there were things I wanted to speak with Dokya I was not comfortable with the father knowing.

    Luckily, because of the hurry and stress around the leaving to meet him (both my parents are nags and uncaring of quality of process or consideration for people as long as the action is done) Nisarga started crying almost as soon as Dokya was done taking a look at him and his body movements etc. So I suggested that the father take him and head home, while I continue the conversation and return separately.

    That was good, because we were able to speak about Nisarga in considerable detail.

    He disagreed with Dr Parul’s advice to wait and see what happens, though he agreed in the sense that there was no point doing anything before the test results arrived and stressed that the tests must be done at earliest.

    I think I trusted this advice more than anyone else. Maybe because he was also a friend? So it is decided. We need to do opthalmic testing, BERA, Karyotyping, metabolic screening. About the expense, he said it might be better to go to KEM, which is far away, but far cheaper and has good doctors.

    He asked for a few days to find out which doctors to meet and when to go. So, that is decided.

    I also spoke with him about our break up and my depression and he suggested that psychotherapy might be a good idea, but we could wait and see in the sense of Nisarga being more urgent and how the shift to the parents impacts me.

    Left his home with a huge sense of relief. Finally I had a plan of action in hand solidly. Surprising how I had reached such a stage of unsurety that even written test prescriptions were not enough to prod me into action and it took a friend with the knowledge and right to go “do this, then this, then this. Don’t think” to make me feel able of doing exactly what I was supposed to do all through.