Sweets for my Sweet Sugar for my Gal..........

She is of course the person most dearest to me. The one I'd give my life to.......... I remember very clearly the day she was born oh what a nightmare that whole odeal was........... I started having contractions around 7 pm the day before...by 10pm it was real bad and I was howling like a cow.so hubby dearest decided to call the hospital and explained to them the situation. they wanted to speak to me and when they asked how I was, I told them I was in pain as calmly as possible. Well the way I was brought up you dont show your emotions or pain to anyone but your close friends and relatives.The last time I tried otherwise was when I was 3 or 4 and my parents dumped me at my grandma's place for days, And to this day I have night mares about that dark period of my life ......(I must remember to write about that sometime). Well not so in good old london! This I learnt the hard away unfortunately...... So the nurse on the phone told me to stay in the bath for the rest of the night as I didnt sound like a women who was about to give birth.At about 4 am it was so bad and hubby couldnt stand it any longer and called them up again asking if he could bring me over I think he was trying to get rid of me as he just couldnt stand my howling .And once again I spoke to this nurse and pleaded if I could atleast come there for some pain killers as the pain was by then so unbearable. This time she told me rather rudely''honey you dont sound like a women giving birth any time soon'' No matter how hard I tried to convince her otherwise, she wouldnt let me come in.In the end hubby decded to call an ambulace at about 7 am. Once there,I was examined by a doctor who to everyones amazement said that baby is ready to pop out any moment and all that was missing was my urge to push and so boy did I push! and my little angel was born two hours later.


I still remember the first night I spent with her in the hospital she was so perfect and beautiful I hadnt had a wink of sleep the night before yet I couldnt let my self fall asleep with such a beautiful creature beside me. I remember thinking to my self ,do people actually trust me around her and believe that I could actually look after her and bring her up in this world?

Everyday when I come home from a hard days work the moment I ring the doorbell she'd come dowstairs in a flash and put her tiny hand through the opening for the post and yell'ammi' in soprano forte.I'd grab her hand in an instant and tickle her palm which always makes her giggle with glee.I'd probably always cherish those moements till the day I die.

Yes MIL dearest was with me from the time of her birth and to my utter annoyance she got to hold her in her arms even before I or hubby did! Oh yes she did and boy did she give me a hard time from then on. She would rant on that I was not feeding her or cleaning her properly etc etc Now MIL is a nurse and my FIL is a doctor so sometimes I'd see lengthy medical reports (e-mails) that she sends to him breifing the good doctor about how '' the patients hygiene and food intake is poor'' this just drove me crazy.Especially since it was utter nonsense. My daughter was born 7.5 pounds and has always maintained an above average weight and height according to her medical reports. It's amazing how I didnt suffer post natal depression or something like that with MIL around (oh then again maybe I did) hmm!

MIL comes 2-3 times a year to london to work here and stays with us during that time in her house which we were renting from her at the time.Nurses here are lavished with goodies each time a patient recovers (or maybe even when they die from the happy relatives!) and when she was around there was always a constant flow of chocolates, sweets you name it!

My daugther like all other kids her age loves sweets. I have no objections to her eating them after meals. But I cant stand it when MIL feeds them to her around the clock. Especially when I'd just managed to brush her teeth with great difficulty.Anyone with a child that age would know how difficuly it is to brush their teeth in fact it is the most daunting task next to trying to feed them I guess....

And what does MIL do, she comes waltzing in after her night shift with her bag of goodies and hands them over to her like mrs Clause, first thing in the morning even when she hasnt yet had her breakfast or sometimes just after I'd struggled to brush her pearly whites.I'd always try to calmly explain to her my dissapproval on this but would she listen? oh no! Once she just dumped them in her mouth in the middle of me expressing my concerns, which just drove me crazy . She'd even gone as far as to say that they are actually good for kids since its milk and butter.Now I've heard that kids need five a day fruits and vege's but never have I heard the mention of chocolates in that same sentence..Ok Let's say they are actually healthy but what about the side effects of bad teeth,poor appetite and high sugar intake? and still shouldnt she atleast try to respect my desires after all arent I her mother and shouldnt I have a say in what goes down her throat? In these instances I would just rush out of the house and help myself to some retail therapy.

The last time she was around my little one didnt have her dinner the whole week and I can make a pretty good guess why that is! It became so bad in the end, one morning as she came home with her goody bag and my little one as usual screamed for her morning doze of chocolates as she entered the house (yes she was so hooked on them by then) , I just lost it and screamed in frustration ( at my daughter mind you!) that she couldnt have any chocolates till she had her lunch. Well I thought if I can't make a 60 year old listen to me after so much of pleading maybe I'd have bette luck with my three year old. Unfortunately (or fortunately) MIL took offence at my sudden outburst and has not spoken to me a word since then....except to send me hate mail when ever she's in a foul mood making bogus accusations abou me to everyone who'd care to listen. I tell you she has the wildest imagination ever. I can't tell you it doesnt affect me as I still have nightmares about her at times. Please try to restrain yourselves from laughing at me...my last nightmare was of her running around the house after me with a knife and a notepad to which I woke up in a prety bad sweat! I repeated my nightmare to a friend the next day and he thinks the notepad represents divorce papers. Yes I think I am getting slightly paranoid! It's amazing how someone living 5000miles away in sunny sri lanka can still influence my life like this.I guess I have to learn to live with it huh?