Oh, fear not, we have a plan - we have one official pediatrician, and at least 4 unofficial ones on call - a neighbor, an aunt and a couple of friends, all highly qualified doctors. And Nandini has by now read everything there is to be read on the intertubes on the subject of babies, twice over. That still does not guarantee however that I can tell if he needs to be burped or changed or held - that I find out strictly by trial and error.
The myriad minor day-to-day crises do not leave time even for, say, a lazy shower, much less for larger contemplation on the meaning of it all. The other day, in a fit of earnestness, I searched the web to see who shares Sanjeeva's birthday - as if the accident of the 365 day calendar is somehow a marker of a shared destiny. I came up with James Thurber, Dharmendra, William Durant, Mike Mussina and Johann Sibelius. So there - he could be a writer, actor, inventor, sportsman or composer. I tried to make more sense of it, but was interrupted by him making eyes at me.
One thing I have learnt however, is that we don't learn that easily. My prior experience with raising dogs is supposed to have helped, but it doesn't really. After buying tons of toys for the 4-legged ones - toys that squeak and toys that roll and toys with color, I then watched them play happily with random sticks and stones in the yard... So why am I surprised that Sanjeeva's best sources of entertainment right now are sundry light fixtures. He has not received the memo that if it doesn't have a FisherPrice label on it, it is not worth giggling at or talking to.
I do mean to blog about other things - maybe the actuarial value equivalence clause in the health reform bill - but right now I gotta go find his favorite pacifier so that peace may reign once again. Ciao.
