Photo by Andreas Wohlfahrt from Pexels In my country, unfortunately, free advice is distributed like condoms at an orgy. On 18 September 2019, I gave birth to my beautiful baby boy, Rivan. Since then, I have received a cornucopia of advice and comments from family, friends and absolute strangers. Here are some of these gems. Baby’s Massage Lady: He is not digesting his milk. Burp him. You don’t know how to hold the baby. You should always swaddle him. You should always keep his head covered. You should never use a bottle. Stop using the AC. Don't switch on the fan. He feels cold. How will you find his powder puff if you never go out and look for it? You're too slow. He'll turn 6 months old by the time you finish putting on his diaper. Doctor: Don’t use a bottle. Husband’s relatives: (When I was carrying my baby): We are only telling you the list of names that you should not keep. Or this child will be doomed. (On the day ...
For the last 10 months, I have been a witness to sneers and remarks from multiple people. All for leaving work on time. One person actually seemed confused as to how I managed to do it every day: “How can you say that you have so much work when you leave on time every day?” Here is how my silly colleague: Our shift starts at 10 am and ends at 7 pm. I reach at 9.30 am and get to work immediately. You reach between 10.30 to 11 am, scroll on your phone, chat with your colleagues, discuss which movie is worth watching, choose which songs you are going to be playing on the speaker at full volume, eat, talk about lunch. The next thing you know, it’s 1 pm. Time for your lunch. I take a 30 minutes lunch break. You take an hour. Once you’re back, you declare that you’re sleepy. So, you while away your time talking to your colleagues about random stuff. Mostly petty gossip. Or take your afternoon nap. Guess what? It’s tea time. I take a 15 minutes break. You take 45 minu...