I started this blog in 2010 when my new born twins were a few months old. It was my way of connecting with other mothers, of learning from them, of sharing my own stories, thereby having a creative outlet. It was also a way for me to journal some stories for the kids to read … Continue reading Do I Write About Them or Not? Twins, Tweens, Teens…
I am currently in process of writing a memoir, When Hips Cry that is essentially a gift for my twins in the hope that they will have a story of where they have come from. It chronicles the challenges and stories including their father’s stroke in China, my IVF process in India, their pre-term delivery as and … Continue reading When Hips Cry – a memoir in process
My children continuously ask me to write about them on my blog. They look at old posts from a few years ago and find their stories funny and intriguing. At this point though I am reluctant to go into detail, out of respect for their privacy. I am sure they’ll come back to me one day … Continue reading An Evening Together
In the United States, 1 in 9 babies is born prematurely, 1 in 10 in Canada. Worldwide, over 15 million babies are born too soon each year. While not all multiples are born prematurely, a multiple birth increases the probability of an early delivery. Babies born prematurely, before 37 weeks gestation, are at a higher … Continue reading November is Prematurity Awareness Month
Leila's interpretation: Mama is carrying Rahul and I am jealous. Papa is next to me and there is a heart in the middle. (Did you see I drew a heart!?) Roman is a baby, and Mina is also a baby.
(For a long time = A long time ago) ----- On our way to the supermarket. R and L are playing at lifting each other. L: Let me carry you now. R: OK L: Uhhhh, you're too heavy for me. R: You can't because usually boys are stronger than girls, 'cause for a long time … Continue reading Papa Hunter, Mama Gatherer
Rahul: Why Maher choosed you? Me: Ah, very good question, but this one you have to ask papa! Rahul: You and papa is in love? Me: Yes we are. Papa and I love each other. Rahul: You and papa loved each other before me and Leila came out of your belly? Me: Yes, we did, … Continue reading Who am I?
After a few hours playing, grocery shopping, and eating at the Tesco Lotus on a holiday morning,we walked out into the afternoon heat - Rahul in the trolley, Leila upset because she had to walk; both, more than ready to get into their air conditioned car-seats and nap. I can't remember if it's a flat … Continue reading Flat Thai Tyre