Since the arrival of the little highness, most often that not, Myra would pester the other half for her bottle of milk, for the endless trips to the loo, for her long showers, the pat on the bontot before bedtime and whatnot - whenever he's around.

Which is quite a relief since I don't have to run around like a headless chicken, juggling between a demanding attention-crave toddler and a baby.

If I were to be honest, I'm thankful for the other half for being a hands-on daddy. I couldn't imagine it otherwise.

The other day when we were at the parents' place, C*** was helping out with Myra (whilst I sat on the couch, err..watching tv, I woke up early, made breakfast, cooked and whatnot, gimme a break ) when my aunt commented on how cekap and natural he is in handling the kids, she even told us that her husband didn't even know how to make her kids' milk when they were younger.

I went ahead and said that I made C*** filled up a form on what he's willing and not willing to do after marriage before marrying him, tu pasai la cheq dapat a practical husband and not a romantic one to begin with. ha ha. I didn't get a yes on the 'Are you romantic?' question. I wish. :P

Anyway, that coming from someone of the older generation is pretty normal, no? I guess there used to be a fine line between what mothers and father should and shouldn't do those days. Everything about the kids, especially the messy stuff, harus lah mak yang buat. - Berak? Mak. Mandi? Mak. Bagi susu? Mak. Tengok tv goyang kaki? Ayah. - since the father brought food to the table. Which is no longer the case these days, both of us strive for our family so I couldn't see why a father should be exempted from taking care of the kids.

Nak anak banyak-banyak, tapi tanak jaga, banyak cantik?

Not saying that those who shy away from the messy stuff are only half as good as the hands-on fathers. Love is a many splendored thing, yes? It comes in unexpected shapes and form.

I just detest the totally ignorance ones.

My other half is probably not the most idyllic father in the universe either, he's alright but his efforts to be useful in the kids department count and that's all that matters.

Here's to many more practical fathers to come. ;)

We turned 4 last month, on June 25th. Alhamdulillah.

Yea, 4 years of being tied to each other, for better or worst.

I couldn't remember when's the last time we went out for a proper date, probably sometime during the pre-babies years.These days we'd usually need to sneak out if we want to be out alone.

So yea, both of us decided to take the day off from work to celebrate. I've told C*** that even if he decided to work on our anniversary, I'm going out to celebrate on my own anyway. Yer, ayat reverse psychology itu perlu, especially when dealing with my other half - he's the one with 0% romantic bone. Kalau setakat hint-hint di angin lalu, harap maaf. Gue ngak ngerti. :P

Absolutely one of the least likeable attributes when it comes to him, but absolutely something that I have to learn to live with. That's what marriage is all about, no? Romance is overrated (cakap macam dah 40 tahun kawen,padahal?). Dah tua-tua ni, I'm trying not to meroyan too much unless there's a valid reason for it.

On that day, after dropping Myra off at school, we went to the Curve and decided to catch a movie for a start. Our 1st movie in 4 years! - as we'd usually watch em at home these days. Very the pacik and macik like that. (We watched Maleficient by the way, it was terrific, Sleeping Beauty with a twist -  but I'm probably bias - as I'm always a fan of Disney movies.)

We later had our morning tea break at IKEA. Cakes and coffees. I even got to stock up on my usual scented candles. Not the best out there, but will do lah, can't be bothered to invest on a bunch of fancy candles which are just gonna be burned off later. Essential oils is a different story altogether, but with kids at home, lighting oil burner screams hazard which is why I'd usually go for Fabreeze, you get to disinfect the fabrics and the place is somewhat deodorized too. he he.

I digress. Sungguh la mak-mak (dan cheapskate) sekarang.

Moving on, after our tea break and a wee bit of window shopping (promised C*** that shopping won't be included in our anniversary day itinerary T_T ), we went for our late sushi lunch. The food was mediocre. I didn't even feel like ordering my all time favourite unagi. Seems like we have to hunt for something better after EID.

We wrapped up the day with BR ice cream sundae (& we even got a generous discount, probably to compensate their blurriness, nak buat sundae pon kena tgk illustrated picture segala T_T) before heading back home. Yes, balik awai to avoid the bad traffic, it's a working day after all and we need to pick up the little princess from school.

If you ask me, I'd say a couple needs to go out on an occasional date every now and then, you know, to keep the excitement going. he he. The carelessly walking hand in hand whilst roaming the mall adelah fun (kalau Malaysia ni sejuk, I'd drag C*** to a park instead :P ). It's pretty relaxing, especially when you don't have to keep on chasing after a running toddler or soothing a crying baby or worrying about where's the nearest nursing room in case someone's hungry or need a nappy change - the normal parents' dilemma.

We're parents (and we love it) but we're a couple first. Happy 4 years love, I'm looking forward to many more years to come.

Well, hello there. Yea, I'm still pretty much alive and kicking.

Sorry for the long hiatus stalkers, lots of stuff happened in the past 3 months.

Let's start with the story of the newest addition of the family.

On March 18th, we were blessed with a healthy baby boy. Alhamdulillah.

Yea, I'm going to ramble a bit on the birth story. This little boy of ours, unlike his sister, refused to come out as early as his sister did. He decided to stay put and came out like 2 days before the EDD (and that is after a false alarm drama a week earlier).

So yea, it goes without saying that I got myself a week long MC to wait for little highness arrival. After a week long of contractions here and there, I finally started to feel really uneasy at 4.30am of March 18th - so much so that I couldn't sleep. I got up, had a shower (I already had a bloody show by then), stuffed myself with toast(it felt like kertas pasir mind you, tapi telan saje lah, God knows when my next meal gonna be) and waited for C*** to get up for work (which is sometime after 6am).

When the other half finally got up, I think he could already tell bout what's coming (it's our 2nd baby after all), what with finding me in the kitchen with toast in my hand at that hour in the morning, mimpi ape dok makan roti pagi2 kan? I'm not a breakfast person to begin with.


Since MIL was already in Mekah for her umrah by then, we decided to send Myra to her playschool for the day (not like we have any other choice pon) - dengan harapan when it's time to pick her up from school, the baby's already out of my tummy.

So yea, we dropped the little one off at playshool and we rushed to APSH which is just 10 minutes drive away from home. We got there pretty early, the doc was still not in and I refused to get myself into the labour suite just yet, I mean, the last time that I thought that I'm going to beranak, I was only 1cm dilated. Too much drama. T_T

So might as well wait for the doc for a proper assessment before deciding on what to do next. Whilst waiting, I forced C*** to grab something for breakfast, he even bought me a sandwich, which I ate mechanically and failed to finish (that is when I know that the labour was for real, sebab dah tak lalu makan). Fast forward few hours later, we got to see the doc and whaddaya know? I was already 5-6cm dilated. Ya, it was unbelivable because I was in pain but it was nothing unbearable (yet) at that point.

By 11am, I walked myself to the labour suite and got hooked up to the IV after the usual empty-your-bladder-and-tummy procedures. Yea, I got a drip to boost the speed of the progress which equals to double dose of  I-want-to-kick-everyone-in-the-face pain. It was so painful that there's no word to explain. Owh, C*** was there throughout the whole thing, he was his usual cool and composed-self, peppering kisses on my head, he even cracked jokes that for once, failed to amuse me, like oih mak sakit nak beranak ni, lagi nak buat lawaaakk, tampar kang. :P

So after 3 long hours later, the midwife came to offer me a painkiller, I must have looked so miserable, I did nothing but closed my eyes whilst reciting doa Nabi Yunus in an endless loop in my head - what with annoying CTG thingy strapped onto my tummy and the lady next door screaming bloody murder as if......isi tempat kosong.... T_T

She decided to do a quick VE before giving me the drug, which was when she found out that there's no more time for that, I was too far along, more like 'Owh sekejap lagi dah nak boleh push ni'. Great. Lain kali tanya la siap-siap tahun lepas ke?

Everything else felt like some sort of liquid blurry moment from then on, I remember that I felt the urge to push and the midwife simply replied "Sedut gas, sedut gas", like seriously, the gas did nothing for me, no I'm-on-cloud-9 feeling or the sort, nada. The next thing I know, the doc was already there, all ready for the baby which came out 2 pushes later.

Yes, it was a quick labour, for that, I'm eternally grateful, Alhamdulillah.

Baby SM was born at 2.56pm and at 3.57kg, he's surely a big baby compared to his sister. Honestly we didn't expect him to be that big, his birth weight was expected to be  more or less 3kg.

Everything was pretty dandy from there tho I lose quite a lot of blood during the delivery (me & my endless low hb during pregnancy issue) and I still detest the stiching part of the whole delivery. Moi parents and little brother even came over for a visit on that day :') but they had to get back to Kedah on the same day as they are busy preparing for lil brother's solemnization (which goes without saying that it's an event that I didn't get to attend, owh well). We (the 4 of us) stayed at the hospital for our 3 days 2 nights beranak-getaway. :P

When we got back home, C*** was my confinement-man. ha ha. He cooked (as per my instructions) and do all the confiment stuff for me. Thanks you love, I love you long time. :x

We got back to Kedah for my confinement few days later ( hello daily massage and tungku and goyang kaki tengok tv), only to find out that baby SM got jaundice. It was nothing serious compared to his kakak, so a week later, he's already jaundice free.

That's about it, being a mother of two is not easy, juggling between a toddler and a newborn is another phase altogether - which is something that I shall relish, honestly.

So yea, don't tell me that I'm pretty terrible at updating the little one's milestones.

It was once a 2-in-1 post, now I'm upgrading it to 3-in-1 post. T_T

It's getting bad eh? I know. Anyway, procrastinate no more. Here we go.

Should I rewrite about how expressive ( and not to mention, demanding) she is these days? She'll wake up during the weekend requesting for 'oti onai' for breakfast and 'ice clim' for dessert. She's such a big fan of roti canai these days that I always have em stocked up in the freezer together with her favourite mini cornetto ice cream. (Fine, it's not her favourite, but giving her the mini-sized ice cream is easier to handle. Mak malaih nak cleanup ya see?)

Her vocabulary is amazing - especially of the animal kingdom as it is pretty extensive, this much I hafta admit. She could name the owl right through the hippopotamus - but she could get pretty defensive of her choice sometime, like when I say that it's an owl, she'll insist that it's a bird tho she knows that it's an owl.

Me : Myra, what's this? * points to a picture of an owl*
Myra : Bird.
Me : Owl lah.
Myra : No, bukan owl, birddd.
Me: Bird ni owl lah.
Myra : Okay okay.
Me : Ni owl kan?
Myra : Tak, ni bird.
Me: T_T

Go ahead and ask her the same question sometime later, and she'll probably switch the answer to owl if she pleases. Asalkan bahagia lah nak.

She's getting pretty clingy nowadays. She probably could tell that her time as the only child in the family is running out. :P


She'll ask to be wrapped with her towel from top to toe - like a baby - when she's out from the shower and to be carried to the bed. She also requested to bath in her previously-forgotten baby basin, with 'air anas', mind you - tho she couldn't be bothered with the water temperature before. She'll come over to sit on my lap and ask to be cradled in my arms - also like a baby. I'd usually try to accommodate her various requests, except when it comes to the excessive 'dukung' part as my back is starting to ache.

She's a vain pot. She loves looking at her own photos and videos. She'd dig into em whenever possible, be it those in my cellphone or the tablet. She amuses herself by looking at her baby pictures and she'll go "Mummy, Myra kecikkk jer". You'll always be 'kecik jer' to me darling, even when you're probably 30.

She had her 2nd haircut 2 weeks ago - by our in-house hair-stylist aka her daddy. :P Her previous (& the 1st) haircut was years ago, by years I mean 29 months ago and that's like 2 years and 5 months to be exact. It takes forever for her hair to grow after she got her head shaved bald right after the confinement period, so yeah, her next haircut is probably in the next 3 years - tu pon if we have the heart to do it (again) - tho Myra was surprisingly calm about it. Owh well, I love her curls. :P

I've been making it a habit for the both of us to say "I love you" every morning. I'd usually wait for her to wake up and the moment she opens up her eyes, I'll go "I love you" and she'll reply with her"Ai wuv yu" and my next reply would be "I love you too cekodok".

Talking about this routine of ours, sometime during last weekend, I conked out after taking in my flu med,so after 2 hours of a deep sleep (it was supposed to be a short afternoon nap,but owh well?), I woke up only to find her sitting next to me. She realized that I was awake and went "Ai wuv yu" and after I replied she returned it back with "Ai wuv yu too cikodok". I didn't know whether I should laugh or cry. Mak terharu nak, tengah hormonal ni,lagi la cepat rasa nak nangis. *wipe eyes* ha ha.

She loves going to playschool, but she hates the idea of being left behind, by well, me. On the 3rd & 4th day of school, she cried each time I dropped her off (tho it was pretty short lived) and when I got there to pick her up, the moment her teacher went "Myra, mummy dah sampai", she dropped everything she's currently doing (on the 4th day she was happily singing with her friends), run to the door, had one look at me and cried "Yey yey, mummy sampai" whilst crying okeh? Tears streaming down her face, snot and all. Again, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Drama sangat anak mak.

She loves to play mak-mak with her Elmo & Abby Cadabby. She'll wrap em with a towel or cover em with a blanket, pretending that she's about to put them to sleep. Tepuk-tepuk and the usual zikir included. Once, sometime last weekend, I caught her reciting some intangible doa, followed with 'aminnn'. he he. 

At this age, she's getting pretty picky when it comes to food. Some she would eat without fuss, some not - but she never fusses when it comes to her vitamins or even medicines when she's down with cold or something. Lagi cakap "Nak ubat!" ada lah. She also loves honey. She'd go to the kitchen, points to the honey jar, fake a cough and goes "Sakit tekak, makan honey!". Okay okay, you got a point there missy.

Haih. I love you baby, will all my heart.

So yea, here I am, trying to pick up the pieces of whatever left of my memories - of our 1st checkup for the numero dos which was probably less than 2 months ago.

To start it off, this time around, we decided to stick with the same gynecologist, Dr. Marsita Mansor - the awesome motherly doc, tho it's obvious that we have to bear the long queue and the (almost) endless waiting time. It's most important for me to have a female gynecologist as I couldn't bear to think of it otherwise and we're thankful for the rezeki to be able to have her for the 2nd time.

The truth is, exposing myself to a male doctor when I actually have the power to choose is just beyond me. I mean, dengan Dr. Marsita herself pon I was already terkulat-kulat during some of the procedures, imagine if she's being replaced with a guy? I might pass out, not from the pain but from the utter shame.

So yea, I'm not dissing others' choice as it's absolutely a personal preference. Others have their own reasoning for whichever choice they made.

This is just me, I'm lorat just like that. (I think C*** would agree.) ;)

Lets leave out the gruesome details on how I peed on a stick like twice before finally going for the checkup.

Moving on, we went for our 1st checkup during our 10th week. Yea, we're pretty seasoned this time around and we took our time unlike the last time. We didn't run around like a headless chicken panicking and fretting on stuff that we should and shouldn't do. he he.

I was on an emergency leave that day since MIL was feeling a wee bit under the weather, so right after I brought her to the clinic, I went straight to my clinic to put my name on the queue and before noon, I drove myself and the little one to the clinic to wait for our turn as C*** was expected to show up sometime later and were to meet us there.

We(Myra & me) waited for a good hour and right after the doc came in, whaddya know? My name was actually the 1st one on the queue. I was pretty flabbergasted - so much so that I forgot to wait for C***. ha ha. Yea, we went in for the 1st checkup without him. It's just me and the little one.

So the doc was pretty surprised to see me but she was obviously pleased to finally meet Myra again after a good 2 years. We talked for a bit , counted the EDD, had my weight and blood pressure taken and later moved on to the exciting bit, the ultrasound.

When I started to lie down on the bed, Myra started crying. ha ha. She's probably scared of those scanning machine and stuff, so I pulled her up and she sat right on top of my feet whilst the doc began the scanning - so she got to watch too. :)

Looking at the little one #2 images on the screen and listening to the heartbeat was like a reality check. Like yea, I'm pregnant again, like for a real. :P

Yea, it's tough to tell yourself that you're expecting when you're yet to feel (the baby movement that is) or even look like one. (I'm currently on my 16th week now and I don't look pregnant,yet.Me think.)

Fast forward 30 minutes later, we were out of the doc office with tonnes of vitamins and a couple of pictures for the daddy - he arrived when we were already at the restaurant nearby, waiting for our lunch. Kesian daddy. Promised not to forget to wait for him next time. he he.

So we had our lunch and went back home happy. Alhamdulillah.

How's that for an ending? :P

Owh yea,  let's talk about my all day sickness for a bit. It is pretty horrible compared to the 1st one. I mean, it's expected of me to feel nauseous when it comes to the smell of cooking and whatnot but I didn't expect to puke like countless times everyday even after going to the loo. Like seriously, being in the loo itself adelah membuatkan rasa nak muntah or memang muntah.

Another fun fact is, every night during the 1st few weeks, I broke up in hives on my hands and feet right after Maghrib, it was annoyingly itchy. So I'd just lay on the bed for a bit and smothered myself with mint body lotion and waited for em to subside. Myra would sometime help to pat those lotion on whilst saying "Kesiaannnnn kesiannn amii" in a tiny voice - so I was feeling pretty miserable but amused. :)

Just like the previous one. I also cannot tahan oily food - looking at em make me feel like throwing up. I cannot take anything with santan and excessive oil innit. So for the 1st few weeks I survived on breads, minimal oily food and homemade bihun sup - hence the reason why my raya was pretty boring.Ya know raya = makanan gemok berlemak tepu.

My another cannot is cleaning up after Myra when she's done with the big business. Pee I can handle. Poo cannot but when there's nobody else (especially C***) around to do it, a mother gotta do what a mother gotta do. So I'd dab a wee bit of essential oil on a towel, wrap my nose with it like a ninja and get it over with but more often that not, I'll muntah anyway.

Owh well, if this ain't love, I don't know what this is. ;)

I've been really, like really really busy at work that I forgot to write a post bout our 3rd anniversary (but I didn't forget to get him a surprise gift, tho in the end it's not quite a surprise after all, he reads me like an open dog-eared book, how could I escape? Better luck again next time.)

Yea, we turned 3 last week. Alhamdulillah.

There's not a day that I'm not thankful for having the other half of mine ( despite the unromantic-ness and all that. He's human after all, but I can still hope. he he.).

He's a champ in handling all my crazies.

For a start, I'm pretty fussy.

Just last night he caught me whilst I was steaming a cob of corn and he was like  

"Kan ade lagi jagung yang dah masak dlm fridge tu?"

"Yang semalam punya tak best".

I don't do leftovers  - most of the time. Not like he doesn't (already) know, he (just) prefers to point it out each time, just like that.

Second, if I were being honest, I wouldn't describe myself as low-maintenance. I'm not a 24/7 high maintenance girl either.  I'm more of medium-high maintenance girl, depending on the occasion.(I wouldn't mind a cheap clothing but I'm a sucker for designer handbag and I don't do fake/immitation anything.).

He accused me of introducing him to the lavish stuff, but in my defense, we earned (with sweat and tears) everything that we have now (with the endless support from our families and rezeki from Allah obviously).

We were not born with silver spoons in our mouths - if we do, I'd probably just gonna sit at home looking pretty whilst doing some online shopping and later whine that I'm tired.

So what's the harm in enjoying the fruit of our labor a little? :)

All in all, I'm thankful for having someone to knock some sense into my head when I'm not thinking straight , to keep me walking on the right path, to grow old (& a wee bit fat with) whilst keeping me deliriously happy.

Thank you C***, I am grateful.

 

Can't count the years on one hand
that we've been together
I need the other one to hold you
Make you feel, make you feel better

It's not a walk in the park
to love each other
But when our fingers interlock,
Can't deny, can't deny you're worth it
'Cause after all this time, I'm still into you

I should be over all the butterflies
But I'm into you
And baby even on our worst nights
I'm into you

P/S: I'm looking forward for 300 years more (tho not like we'd live that long, but you get the drift).

Yea, I rarely rant these days, not like I don't but some are better left unsaid. Between ranting and being grateful for the stuff that I've been blessed with, I'll go for the latter. Hence the endless posts about the little precious.

So yea, how about another milestones post? Not like you have a choice anyway.

 
Well, the little one is currently on a full speed in learning to talk. Her vocabs are getting pretty awesome - for a 2 years old that is - but I'm probably bias. :P

She's our full-time parrot these days, cakap apa pon, semua dia ikot - much to our amusement, tho we often have to remind ourselves to watch our language.

She knows her basic colors - black, white, red, green, yellow and her utmost favourite, blue. She once ran toward me (at full speed) when I got back home, only to get close enough to point at the blue flowers on the shirt I was wearing and went "blueee". (whilst me on the other hand, was expecting for a hug or something). T_T

She's super dramatic nowadays, silap sikit je, she'll go to a corner and sulk(fake cries included)
 - tho her sulking usually won't last that long, one minute top - all I have to do is call for her in the most mendayu voice that I could muster. "Mai la sini anak mummmmmyyy"(repeats if required). :P

She once tricked me into bringing her into the bathroom so that she could play with water. Well, ever since she knows how to tell us that she made a poo poo months ago, she'll always come to us with her busuk-face, little-hand-fanning-the-nose and a repetitive of "busuk" - usually a nanosecond after she's done with the big business, all eager to drag us to the bathroom for a wash. Yea, this little one enjoys to have her little butt washed - but that one time she did the usual ritual, I found out that there's no poo poo but she insisted to get into the bathroom anyway, so yea, I let her had a bath terus. Owh, how I've been used.

She still have to be lulled (& hugged) to sleep on our bed first, then she'll be transferred to her crib by her daddy. She's yet to learn how to sleep without the aid of my bear-hug, pat on the butt and whatnot - which the obvious reason why I'd always fall asleep with her. Tidoq peluk-peluk whilst sniffing on her vanilla-scented soft curly hair adelah bliss. he he.

She loves me (there's no doubt bout that. I'm her mum, gimme some face lah.) but she adores her daddy. During the weekend(yer lah, weekdays, her daddy will be off to work way before she's awake), right after she wakes up, she'll smile at me and goes "Ni daddy"( in the comel-est tiniest voice possible) whilst pointing to her daddy. Macam la mak tak kenal daddy kau, nak.

She's pretty helpful around the house, air tumpah? You can count on her to wipe em clean and dry. She soiled her diaper? She's ever so willing to bring it to the kitchen and dump it in the bin (followed by the hand-washing and drying ritual).

She's so cheeky these days that I can't stop smiling to myself each time I'm reminded of her.

It's true that having a child will bring a lot of things in your life, give you strength you never know you have (and need, and trust me, you'll need a whole damn lot) and open doors to things you never know even existed. I'm humbled and grateful for the wonderful 2 years and looking forward for more years (and kids) to come.

Thank you Allah.

Our little previous turned 20 months yesterday! Alhamdulillah.

After the frantic moment that we went through last 2 weeks, I just can't be thankful enough to be blessed with our little one, it's like an eye opener, of the joy, sweat and tears of being a parent.

The frantic bit aside, let's ramble a bit on the little one's (19 month and 20 month) progress so far, shall we?

Well, in addition to her existing 10 little gigi, 3 of her lateral incisor peeked out - which somewhat explained her renewed appetite for food. Semua pon nak makan.

She's super expressive these days and takes instructions like a champ. In her good mood, you could actually ask her to put away her own toys, pillows and other stuff after she's done messing with em.

Every night when it's about time for her to sleep, ya just have to ask "Myra nak sleep? Jom sleep dengan mummy." If she's ready for bed, she'll abandon whatever she's doing and terus datang melepek dengan mummy, just like a baby koala - tho getting her to really sleep, is another story altogether. Sometimes it comes easy, sometimes not (sampai mummy yang tertidoq dulu).

If ya give her something, food, etc. She'll utter something that sounds like maceh (read: terima kasih), tapi kekadang, when she gives something to you pon, dia cakap maceh jugak. he he.

I don't really like saying no to her, so when she dipped her little finger in the small puddle of chili sauce on my plate, I just let her be, but when I do say no to her, she'll ended up mengadu to her daddy as she'll go "Owhh deddiii,blelelelelebalala".  Yea, berjela-jela mengadu, tapi paham the 1st 2 words je.  :P

She loves to play the kid puzzles on the tablet so much so that we installed like tonnes of em, like yea, we previously thought that she memorized those puzzles before - as she could finish all of em in a jiffy(so much so that when we went out with my cousins, they thought that she already played the puzzle like 10 juta kali) and we know how kids absorb new stuff like sponge - but when she could actually solve a puzzle that I just downloaded like few minutes ago, I know for sure that she has developed the skills of puzzle-solving instead of pure memorization. Which is good as she gets to learn and play tho we're still limiting her tablet-time. Kena la ada jugak time to ride on her train yang kena tolak-tolak dengan kaki tu, ya dak? :P

I think it's pretty common for toddler her age to love singing and dancing. We have like a couple of videos of her dancing and singing. She could actually sing and dance to herself without music as sometimes tetiba jer start nyanyi and menari. Sendiri nyanyi, sendiri menari. Syok sendiri sungguh.

She's generous when it comes to kissing. he he. Kata je la nak kiss then she'll press her cheek onto your lips and if you're lucky, you'll get a big wet kiss on the mouth instead.She also doesn't mind to be hugged and whatnot, so memang selalu la jadi mangsa gomoi mummy and daddy.

She'd wave me goodbye to work everyday after countless time of salam -  her salam is somewhat reserves for the special people tho, nak salam dengan certain orang je, eg: When we went to C***'s best friend's wedding, she refused to salam anybody except for the groom! Amboih.

She can't stand sitting on her stroller for too long, baru half way mummy nak shopping dah lorat nak climb out. So we rotate between stroller + babywearing instead. I can still front carry her for a while, lepas tu I could actually feel my back screaming so we're now now going to do more of back-carry with the ssc. The last time I did, she fell asleep in it, too bad we forgot the sleeping hood, kepala dok tergolek2 that I hafta swift to front carry balik.

Haih, she'll turn 2 in 4 months, time flies. I love you baby please stay healthy and bright for mummy. ♥

Our little one turned 18 month old a week ago, like yea, time flies faster than ever. I wish I could spend more time at home watching her growing up - as lately, there have been too much of " eh? When did she learn to do that?" moments for me. Not good.

So yea, let's have a recap on her 17 & 18 month milestones.

After months of  waiting, akhirnya, 4 new gigi peeked out. She now has both of her upper and lower first molar. So 10 little gigi to-date. :P

She's now an expert when it comes to the tablet. Previously she could just select the video to be played. These days, she could browse through the screens, select whatever application her heart desires, play em if she likes it, or close when she doesn't - except for those applications with complicated child-lock lah, tu jangan kata budak, mak budak pon confuse camne nak unlock it at 1st, as if it's some sort of puzzle on its own. Like " tap every corner of the screen clock-wise before pressing the Home key", that sorta thing. T_T

It's sad to admit that she's now totally weaned off from bf , but it has been a long wonderful journey and I'm glad that I've made it this far. So yea, I'll thrive for a better record next time ( upright freezer plis!). The little one is currently doing fine with fresh milk and FM.

At this age, she's not much of a real talker yet (should I be worried? I hope not) - unless her endless blabbering counts as talking, but she already mastered the basic words, ya know

mummy - maaa, mami, miii and sometimes amma! T_T
daddy - dedi
fish - ishh (with silent f)
this - ni
cat - tet/maw
hello = hewwo
bye bye = bai / ta ta
water = terr

Ya get the drift. If you play her a song, particularly something that she loves, she'll 'sing' along to them, walaupon sebenarnye sambung nyanyi word hujung hujung je. Head, shoulders, knees and TOOOESSSS :P

She has no problem with solving her stacking and shapes puzzles - but she probably think that scattering em all over the house adelah lebih fun tho sometimes in one of her rarest house-keeping moods, she'll pick up on the alphabet blocks and put em back into its storage.

She loves books so mummy need to stock up on em during the next BBW book sale in December! Yey! :D

She runs like nobody business, in fact she prefer to run compared to walking. She also loves to walk backward nowadays which is pretty funny is ya ask me. (I'm a mum, I'm bias like that).

She absolutely knows how to get what she wants these days, she'll point and drag you to grab whatever she wishes for, kalau tak dapat, ribut petir! She even loves to fake a cry, menangis sambil pejam mata so that you won't notice her dry eyes. Drama punya budak. :P

She's my little copycat. Saw mummy pakai tudung, she'll run to fetch another shawl for herself. Saw mummy put on the moisturizer, shows her open palm to mummy so that I could dot a wee bit of  lotion onto her hand - thank God for Sebamed baby's face cream, I won't be caught guilty of using anti-aging creme  on a 18mth old (yes, anti-aging creme, I'm getting old) - then she'll use her index finger to dot the lotion onto her face, just like mummy did. T_T

Sometime last week, when we were sending C*** off to work in the morning. He kissed the little one good bye then kissed me and to our amusement, the little one made the chup chup sound (the kissing sound ya know) whilst C*** was giving me a kiss. ha ha. Kissing each other goodbye pon dah ada background sound effect sekarang. :P

She loves her pasta and fruits tho she still takes the occasional rice meal. I'm still watching her salt and sugar intake. So yea, nothing too sweet and salty for her. Fast food is a no-no - hotdogs, burgers, nugget adelah pangkah. So I made her my very own version of chicken nugget and fries. She's not really the fussy type so whenever she sees me munching on something, adelah lorat nak rasa jugak. Sometimes I relent, sometimes I don't - depending on what I'm eating.

The other day, I caught her trying to stuff her Abby Cadabby's mouth with her pacifier(which works more like a teether/toy rather than a pacifier coz she can't never be pacified with a pacifier). She pressed on the doll's tummy so that the doll gonna go "Hi, I'm Abby Caddaby!" and  terus dia sumbat pacifier into the doll's mouth - as if to pacify the doll from 'crying' . Dah pandai pretend play sorang-sorang - don't get me started on her trying to feed her squeaky toys.  T_T.

She's a drama queen. The other day I caught her trying to lift up a hug-full(such word?) of her pillows whilst pretending that they are as heavy as bricks - muka berkerut and groaning included. 

She sleeps around 9-10pm and wakes up around 7-8am sometimes earlier. So it goes without saying that I'd never get to sleep in even during the weekend. Yea, the sacrifice of a mother (sebab daddy boleh sambung tidoq). I'm not (really) complaining, I take it as a blessing of being a mother, like ya know being a parent is hard work and all, but ya never know how it feels until you're one, the hardship and (mostly) the joy.

After all, I'm thankful to be given the chance to be a mother when others are struggling to be one. Just because it comes easy for us, doesn't make it less meaningful pon kan? So sila lah bersyukur.

Ya Allah, thank you for our precious little one.

Our little precious turned one year young last Monday!(Mummy luv ya darling!) It feels like yesterday, the day I squeezed a tiny human outta me. Alhamdulillah. Times flies, faster than the speed of light sometimes.

So the little precious 1st birthday marked our 1st year into parenthood which had been an awesome roller-coaster ride, bumpy, yes, but fuuuuun.Seriously.

Yea, we jumped into the pre-parenthood wagon pretty quick, just a couple of months after we were married in June 2010 (We didn't get to experience the whole macik kepoh asking ya when ya wanna multiply the number of human in the family and the sort,ya it was that quick). We were ecstatic, yes , but truth to be told, the whole thing came like a big tsunami. Fast and surely. Honestly, I was not quite sure that I'm ready for the whole mother thing yet. I mean,I just got promoted from a fiancee to a wife, I'm still getting used to the whole wife thing and I'm sort of a baby myself but somehow in time, everything started to fall into pieces (cliche I know,but it's true) and next thing ya know, out came the baby. he he.

Personally I think the 1st three months of parenthood is the hardest. Juggling between taking care of yourself during the confinement and a tiny (more often than not) screaming little baby adelah susah. So much so that sometimes I felt like crying myself. he he. I still remember how the little one hafta be rocked to sleep every night, which mind you not a 5 minutes business, as most of the time it lasted more than 40 minutes, so imagine my kesakitan pinggang.


Kesakitan pinggang aside, parenthood adelah awesome. I mean, what's better than having a mini-us to amuse us to no end which is something I wouldn't trade for the world. It's amazing that you could somehow love a tiny person so much. I'm forever thankful to be blessed with the gift. :)

On a lighter note,Myra's 1st birthday also marked our 1st year of breastfeeding. Alhamdulillah.

To come this far without much support is exhilarating, satisfying. I mean C***'s not against it, he gave in to every single request when it comes to bf but honestly, I can't say that he's the super supportive kind either (it's probably a guy thing, ya know, I care but I rather not show it, owh mother) - tho he's a  wonderful doting father to our baby, I wish he had been more interested and supportive to what I'm doing when it comes to bf.

It's a bit sad to admit this, but I'm basically on my own in this from the very 1st day (& it's just my luck that my mum is supportive about it when I was at home during my confinement period otherwise tatau la ape jadi.)

Most of everything I've gained, is from my own doing (besides the obvious rezeki from Allah lah kan?) as nobody else seems to be that interested in em . Manusia-manusia skeptical yang suruh stop, ada lah kot, bila nak beli susu? Sampai bila nak bf? Sampai bila pon ada susu? Dia laparr tu tak cukup susu, tu pasal nangis je. Blehh, if ya can't appreciate what I'm doing,just shut the f up boleh?.Excuse my french.

Not that I can blame em for their ignorance, since some of em think it's ridiculous since I'm getting myself into all the troubles of preparing the EBM(that's expressed breastmilk to you) whilst I'm at work and whatnot and about the money, which obviously not lah kan? If I could spend my money on benda lagha, or thousands for breastfeeding stuff, what make em think that I'm that bad of a cheapskate sampai tamau beli susu anak? Do they seriously think that I'd let my baby starve? Apekah? I didn't suffer for months during pregnancy only to torture the baby when she finally comes okeh? *roll eyes*

Well, not like it matters anymore. Err..teremosi pulak, so yea, my point is, I have every single right to brag bout my success and no, I have nothing against mummies with formula-fed babies. I mean, everyone would strive to give the best to their little ones, and if that's their best choice, then be it. The one simple rule is, if ya can't help em, don't judge and bug em.

So yea, 1 year down, 1 year more to go. InsyaAllah.

Owh, I'm yet to get anything for the little one tho we already got a list of to-buy-stuff. We were too busy going up North and down South balik kampung. We also didn't have any sort of birthday party or the sort (we just let her enjoy her pool time every morning and evening throughout the long weekend, just keep swimming, just keep swimming). I just think that she's too small to appreciate the cake, party hat and the sort ( & it's not like I'll let her eat her cake.he he.), so we'll probably have it next year :). This year, let's just badger C*** to take the three of us jalan-jalan, get our hands on some nice stuff and the sort.

That's about it, will update her 12 month milestones later. :)

The 1st day at work after a long weekend is bleh. Like yea, especially when you ended up coming to a half empty office - so demotivating.

Well, the holiday was sorta well spent - tho I was initially hoping for a trip up North - I got to have like tonnes of Myra&Mummy time with the little one. It's heart-warming that she'd just be quite whilst we're on the bed,cuddling. Ya know, it's amazing when the little one's starting to learn how to be manja and all that. hi hi. Yea, I'm a mum, excuse my I'm-easily-amazed-ness.

January has been a lucky month for us (awesome way to start a year ey?) , we won a month supply of Huggies for Myra(to add up to her piling supply of diapers, tho we half expected the diapers to be our usual Huggies Ultra, but it ended up to be the one in red, the dry comfort thingy, owh well, boleh lah. Benda free.) and I got my hands on free movie tickets. It's nothing much really, but it's amusing to find yourself getting stuff for free - over nothing. An indicator of a prosperous year perhaps? Alhamdulillah. :)

I'd like to think that I've grown up to be someone self-sufficient but I'm missing my other half,terribly. Well, C***, I hope you're not reading this. :P

Myra loves kiwi. hi hi. (Why do I have to write stuff bout Myra in each post? Errr..) Introduced her to gold kiwi(the normal one tend to be a wee bit masam, I don't wanna risk her sakit perot) last weekend and she loves em.

MIL complimented her good palate - which obviously inherited from her parents yang suka makan, plus I think it's due to the fact that she's a bf baby, a bf baby adelah sangat bagus when it comes to variety of food since she's been familiarized with em thru the milk . I mean, at 8 months, she'd eat almost everything that I prepared for her. Today she's having quinoa + broccoli + tofu + carrot + pumpkin.

Owh, I finally introduced her to ikan bilis. To tell ya the truth, I don't really favour the idea of ikan bilis for babies as it's on the salty side. So yea, the ocd mummy, went ahead and soaked the little fishes overnight before frying em up in a wee bit of olive oil before grinding them.

Talking bout the fishes, it reminded me of our conversation

Me: " Orang letak ikan bilis dlm porridge baby, tapi sikit jer."
C*** : "Apesal sikit?"
Me: " 1st time lah kasi, takot dia allergic, nanti susah pulak."
C*** : "Ade ke orang allergic ikan bilis? Tak penah dengar pulak."
Me: T_T

I'm too paranoid for my own good, but only on certain stuff, else I'm pretty much adventurous lah. Seriously. :P

I'm looking forward to get myself some nice stuff this year(a new ride included, tho we hafta down-sized a little, owh well? I don't mind as long as we'll be able to reach our goal), ya know, for the past 8 months, I'd usually spent my paycheque for the little one, now that I think we've got everything covered, let's start to spend on things for ourselves lah pulak, tho I doubt that I'll stop buying stuff for the little one. People in the baby stuff industry are evil I tell ya, they tempt ya with cute stuff like all the time. Urgh.

That's about it. Have a great (short) working week people.

I know. I know. We're already in the 2nd week of the new year but I still shy away from the usual new year resolution post.

Owh well, I've decided not to write one this year due to its- not- suitable- for- public nature. Okay fine, I'm just plain malas, but personally I do want to be better. A better servant, a better wife, a better mother, a better daughter, a better sister,a better friend and a better employee.

2011 has been a great year for me, Alhamdulillah. Got promoted at home(I'm now a wife and a mum.Yey!), at work( a senior geek now yo!). Went through a humbling experience aka beranak-yang-macam-serik-but-I'll-do-it-again-anyway and we've been blessed with Myra and life's never the same again - err.. in a good way of course and it's true that having a baby brings the marriage to whole new level.

Like, you'll be more sehati and sejiwa (like stealing glance at each other over something that only both of ya can understand) and you'll argue less on where and what to have for dinner when you're eating out sebab takot budak kecik mengamok kalau lambat-lambat sangat. Okay, that's too shallow of an example, but ya know what I mean? :P

Well, truthfully, I have nothing specific to rant about, so let's be random for a bit.

Myra turned 8 months 10 days ago. Alhamdulillah. She's one healthy and happy baby and I couldn't ask for more. (Yes, her 8th month milestones coming up, err..later.)



My 1st day of the year was celebrated (or should I say, spent?) with darling C*** and Myra, with a home-cooked pasta lunch with fresh white mushrooms, baby asparagus and our favourite mussels in creamy garlic sauce (I could finish up kilos of em if ya let me) and dessert at the Alexis, the fattylicious chocolate mixed berries meringue. What a 'healthy' way to start a year.

After much procrastination on our side, we've decided to get our hands on some gadgets. I mean, dah penat-penat keja, dah dapat paycheque, mari lah beli benda-benda yang lagha sket, yes?

I have like tonnes of stuff to do at work. So much so that I keep on thinking bout em whilst on my way back from work and tetiba I'm already at home. Yea, there are like so much stuff on my mind that I'm driving on autopilot. Scary.

I'm desperately in need of new working attires, like yea, it has been years of I-dress-casually-to-work that I rarely bothers to update my array of baju skema for work, tapi sekarang tidak lagi.

Moving to the new office is a blessing as I get to reach home before 7pm tho obviously it comes with a price, the toll fees, the ridiculous parking fees and the boring food. Owh well? At least I'll get to spend more time at home rather than on the road.

Myra tends to get rashes on her cheek and chin sometimes and it sadden me to see her spotty face - so much so that I bought her a bottle of baby facial cream(which actually cost more than my own). Haih, kids these days, kecik-kecik dah ada facial cream segala. If it were me 27 years ago, maybe pakai cornstarch je kot?

Tho having a mini-us is awesome in so many levels and in so many ways, but I just can't sleep in anymore these days, not even during the weekend since Myra's such a morning person. Sleep deprived much?

C*** is such a darling. Yes he is. His ganas look is somewhat misleading. :x

I don't know bout you, but I'm a big fan of seasonal fruits, namely cherry and pulasan.

I'm hoping that we'll be able to find our own place this year. Ya know, the one with the right location and the right price tag. Ya Allah, permudahkan lah.

We're into homemade mango lassi these days - it's way better than those in bottles. Mango + natural yogurt + fresh milk/fresh cream + honey/sugar. C*** could finish up a tub of em in a jiffy. Myra loves it too - tho her version of mango lassi only consist of mango + natural yogurt.

This year, I'm planning to travel for a bit. Probably after Myra turned one - since I'm like the most travel-deprived person ever. Oih.

The boss previously asked whether I'm willing to travel abroad for work - which obviously gained a big fat NO answer from me. Well, the baby's too small to be without her mum. Kalau sehari dua takpe(takpe ke? he he), but it's more like months since it's a project-based stuff. How ironic.

That's about it. Have a fabulous year people. :)

After being tied to each other for the past 1 year and 3 months, I could safely say that my other half is still not much of the romantic kind. ha ha.

So yea, do not expect romantic notes on the dressing table or whatnot lah, but credit where credit is due, he's a caring one, at its best.

Sometime not so long ago, he stuffed a small tab of paracetamol into my Elmo's mouth (yer, stuffed toy yang tidak bersalah itu ade ubat dalam mulutnya) and brought me a bottle of water in his attempt to cajole me into taking the medicine as I was already in bed and malas giler la nak bangun makan ubat, tapi sebab C*** dah bersusah payah, makan jugak lah. You'll do anything to please your loved ones, walaupon mata macam dah kena gam and your body aches with every move.

I found it rather cute and sweet, if ya know my other half, he doesn't do cute very often, funny yes, cute? Hmpphh..not so much.

I know it's nothing much, it's not like coming home to find a VW Golf GTI (idaman hati) tied with red ribbons, but some stuff are just meant to be appreciated. It's just something that you have to be grateful for.

Moving on, the spa session that I had last week was sorta..hmmpp..okay I guess. I love the sauna,foot bath and body scrubbing (owh kulit jadi as soft as baby's butt) but the massage was a wee bit on the hard side. I felt like a slab of sour dough, kena uli dengan dasyat. ha ha. I told the masseuse to slow down a little tatapiii..few minutes later tetap la kena urut dengan kuat that I couldn't be bothered to remind her to slow down anymore. Tahan je la. ha ha.

So yea, I got back home with a sore back sebab terlebih urut, and guess who hafta be my next masseur? Tentu lah C*** terchenta. he he. He was pretty evil I tell ya, he pressed hard on the sore spots and he went " Dah pergi spa, balik rumah, spa ni jugak yang awak cari." Owh well darling, what to do lah kan? Please remind me to get a better masseuse next time - which I dunno when lah.

Owh, we'll be in Malacca tomorrow and I'm so going to badger C*** to get me the mille crepe cakes. Owh.. *salivates*


That's about it. Tata.

Who would have thought that I'll be the 1st person to be in the office today.Rajin sungguh saya - rajin ada makna, harini balik awal. Yey!. :P

Well, life has been pretty interesting lately. Working life is back on track (& the workload's catching up on me) and the baby's finally fine with bottle feeding. The amount increased from 8oz/day to 15oz-18oz/day in just a week. I'm glad. Alhamdulillah.

It's good to know that she's not starving whilst I'm at work - and due to the increasing demand, am finally getting myself the Medela FS. Huuu..Swing works fine for me but since I'm already back to work and whatnot, timing is rather crucial. So let's not waste much time (time's gold ya know?) and grab the FS instead. It's an investment but I'll make sure that it's a money well spent. InsyaAllah.

Well, this morning, after kissing C*** goodbye as he's leaving for work and preparing the EBM for the baby, I still had sometime to kill before getting ready for work - so I lie awake next to Myra with my lips on the side of her head - breathing in her baby smell whilst my dam of tears threaten to break. he he. Takde lah sedih, it's just that the realization of how I'm blessed with such gift and whatnot, adelah a wee bit mengharukan perasaan.

I think I've sorta mellowed after the marriage and the baby. Sentimental terlebih and this came from the former raksaksa gorgon. :P As much as I like to put up a stoic front, saya sebenarnye adelah hopelessly emotional bout certain stufff tho I'm still pretty tough on the other side and it ain't easy to break me. Coin pun ade 2 sides kan? Manusia lagi la banyak sides - the ugly sides of people adelah yang paling menakotkan, but fret not la kan?

For God's always watching and listening. :)

Owh, I need a shopping spree, like desperately. Nak wedges Clarks yang cantik plis.

Having a mini-us equals to

o1. Reduced to bershopping di mall within 10km radius only aka malls yang tak glamor dan tak crowded seperti Jusco AU2 aka mall yang dekat so boleh balik dengan pantas once the baby's moody. :p

Yea, ever since Myra's around, the parents(specifically the mummy) adelah sungguh tidak sempat nak membeli benda-benda lagha di big malls lagi,we only go to the malls when it's necessary. Huuu...I detest parents yang dok usung newborns ke hulu ke hilir in super crowded malls pehtu bila anak melalak, people around gonna give ya the "shut ya baby up" looks. Like, seriously, I think the parents could bear a few months without shopping-spree right especially when the baby's a newborn. So ya, no crowded malls for now. Tunggu lah dah besaq sket, say 5 months? he he :P

02. Half of the freezer is packed with EBM. Uh.. yea, no more Ben and Jerry's or Lecka2 plus I'm still on the ice cream-ban for the next few months or so. If I can't eat em, the daddy can't too. Yes?

o3. Each time we're out for a quick groceries shopping trip, we'll be equipped with a BabyBjorn and a stroller as Myra gets restless pretty quick when she's in the stroller so we hafta switch to baby carrier when she starts to go ek ek.

o4. Spending more moolah on the baby stuff compared to benda-benda lagha for ourselves - which reminds me that I'm yet to get anything for C*** for our 1st anniversary tho not like he cares bout the gift. he he.

On a lighter note, yea I'm emotional when it comes to BF since my journey started off on a bumpy road (Don't lemme start bout cracked, bleeding nipps segala.ha ha. Yea, but lemme tell ya that it's not as easy as it seems, selak baju, kasi susu, selesai). Tho some people didn't BF but their kids still turned out to be fine, I still don't wanna hear the typical "owh, minum FM/makan bubur/nestum/tepung beras awal pon anak sehat jer,bukan jadi ape pon". Yes, sumbat lah apa-apa pon to your kids, they are all yours.

On a happier note, our little precious is 3 months old today! Alhamdulillah.

Dad called just now as he's in KL for one of his endless meetings.

Yea, he's asking us out for dinner so he could meet his beloved daughter and menantu, teeett! Salah disitu. He is asking the daughter and menantu to come over to the hotel for dinner so he'll be able to meet his cucu instead. Tsk tsk, siapa lah diriku sekarang, sudah tidak favourite lagi. :P

That's the Tokwan's side of the story, as for the grandma, she would ask me to mms her darling cucu picture each time we're on the phone. he he.

So just now, after her phone call, I sent her this

On a lighter note, no cooking for today, yey! :D

Well yea, I still manage to cook these days. Tho not much of those fancy schmancy meal as juggling between cooking and a screaming baby leave me with not much space for creativity - with that I'm so very thankful for C*** who's not a fussy eater at all.

On another lighter note, 2 more weeks before I'm back to work. Owhh no.

C***, nak goyang kaki jer kat rumah boleh? hehe.

She's 2 months young today, Alhamdulillah. Time flies eh?

I'm forever thankful for this gift.

We're one today.

Alhamdulillah

Time flies ey?

After all the wonderful stuff and the craziness( ya wouldn't want me to start rambling bout the crazy people that we hafta deal with) that we went through, I could safely say that he's truly my other half( the better half of me at times), my best friend & the devoted father of our child.

Tho after a year, he's still not as romantic as I expected him to be (he he.Ampun darling, I'm just hopelessly romantic like that) but he's the best ever.

I heart ya C***,to bits. ♥


How bout a romantic dinner for two..err..3.

Who would have thought that blogging could be such a challenge tho I'm pretty much jobless. he he.

Anyway, whilst I still feel like it, lets go down the memory lane.

Well, during our checkup on April 27th everything was dandy and the doc did the dreaded VE and I was already 1cm dilated but the doc wasn't alarmed. She told us we could go for weeks whilst being 1cm dilated - by then we still have 2 weeks before my EDD. So yea, nampaknya masih sempat pegi bershopping. :P

But that night turned out to be such an uncomfortable night. I had a hard time to sleep since I've been having the mild contractions every now and then and came Friday morning, I was greeted with a bloody show. Truthfully, takde lah freak out sangat since I didn't experience much pain (yet), but I still insisted C*** to stay home with me that day since I've been having the uneasy feeling in my guts. (Cey, tak takot konon, sebenarnye takot juge. ha ha)

I called the doc and she told me I shouldn't fret much unless the contractions are regular or my water broke. Regular what? Daripada pagi rasa macam ala-ala regular jer.he he.

By noon, the 'pain' was sorta regular but being the gagah perkasa me, we still went out for lunch. Jalan-jalan for a bit at the nearby mall - until at some point I had to stop walking due to the intense pain and C*** hafta drag me back home. he he.

During our ride home, I was miserable. Like "Ape ni, doc cakap we could still could go on for weeks, skrang dah semacam dah ni" and being C***, he drove me to see the doc instead of going back home.

We waited for a good half an hour before our turn to see the doc and the moment she saw us, she was like " Why dear? Anything wrong?", yes everything is wrong doc. Rasa semacam. he he.

I went thru another VE and the doc gave us the OMG-look. At that moment, ianya adelah menakotkan. We were told that I was already 4cm dilated and she told us to get back home for maghrib, feed ourselves with good food and check ourselves into the hospital for delivery.

We went back home, C*** made me half boiled eggs and hot choc as we're still quite full from the late lunch, waited for Maghrib, packed our stuff and off we went.

So yea, we reached the hospital around 9pm. I was wheeled into the labour suite with a smile on my face, dengan tersengih-sengih because seriously, the contractions were on the friendly side.Macam main-main pulak - so much so that one of the nurses voiced out that she thought that I looked too relaxed.

In the labour suite, I sat on the bed whilst the CTG was being strapped onto my tummy and after a while the nurse came to gimme the stuff to make me poop. Tapi I had nothing much inside anyway.

After an hour or so, I felt restless and having the CTG thing strapped onto your tummy is rather uncomfortable so dengan pandainye I took it off and walked around the room whilst inspecting all those rather scary looking equipment and stuff,talking and joking around with C***. We just didn't believe that I'll be in labour that soon, we're supposed to have another week or two, tapi nampaknye the little precious adelah tidak sabar.

By 2am, the pain was getting more and more unbearable. The nurse came in for another VE and I was 6cm dilated. Say what? Only 2cm after all those long hours? Tsk tsk. By 3am, the pain adelah sungguh tidak terkata,so much so that I actually succumbed to the laughing-gas temptation - tapi gas itu adelah tipu. It didn't help and by then I was already moaning in pain whilst C*** kept on rubbing my back which helped to ease the pain.

Well, whilst I was tossing and turning in bed, Darling C*** kept on asking me to squeeze his hand whenever the huge wave of contraction hit me (which I did & thank God he didn't lose his arm) and by 4am, I had the unbearable urge to push tapiiiii I had to wait for the doc since she's on the way. Do ya know how miserable and painful it is to hold ya self from pushing when every fiber of your being dah tak tertahan sangat dah nak push? I was trembling on the bed, mostly from the pain of holding back - which is probably the hardest part throughout the experience itself.

15 minutes later, the doc came in and after reciting a quick doa, she broke my waterbag( tetiba macam water tank pecah. Siap tersplash kena si C***) and told me to take a deep breath and push whenever I feel like it. It was pretty breezy as the pain was rather intense so there was a clear cut on when to push on and when not to.

To cut the story short, the lil precious was out after the 3rd or probably 4th push( honestly I was traumatized by the lady in labour next door, she pushed for like eternity and still tak keluar anak dia and that's when I decided to give my all) and the doc requested C*** to recite the azan before handing him the scissors to cut the umbilical cord(which C*** claimed to be chewy.he he).

The nurse showed her to me sambil bertanya "Baby apa dear?", and me dengan terketar (sebab the labour suite adelah sejuk gila and I'm tired) told her it's a girl and later seperti kena drug, I kept on saying "Baby, baby baby" in an endless loop and C*** had to calm me down by saying "Kejap yang, nurse tengah clean up the baby". ha ha. Perhaps I was high on the fact that I'm now a mum.

Anyway, once the baby was out adelah sungguh lega. It's like all those long hours of suffering tetiba hilang. Pain? What pain? Okay tipu, tho it's true that almost all the pain melted away, tapi I could still feel the dull pain apabila dijahit. It was only a small cut tapi adelah sakit juga.

I was totally exhausted(& thirsty that I actually drink the entire bottle of air selusuh,now that saya dah beranak, it didn't matter la air tu air ape pon kan?) by then and when the nurse came to help me to breastfeed the baby, I was only half awake and I could vaguely recall C*** kissing me on the forehead whilst mumbling something( which later baru lah tahu he was actually saying thank you,he he. Most welcome darling, kereta baru satu pliss :P )

Later, sometime after Subuh, we're pushed into our room and the rest is history.

Yes, I'm thankful for the smooth delivery.

I'm thankful that C*** was there to share those moments with me.

I'm thankful for our healthy baby.

Haih, for the 1st few days, every time I looked at her, adelah rasa macam nak nangis. Rasa macam sayang sangat-sangat. he he. I'm sentimental just like that.

Owh, the baby is asleep. Mummy pon mau tido juga.

Till then, be good.

It has been 27 days since the day I managed to squeeze a tiny human outta me and I still can recall everything rather vividly.

The pain (don't ever get me started on the pain), the unexplainable relief, the joy, the endless gratitude and whatnot - which I'll write more of later, kalau rajin. Okay, haruslah rajin so I could read about it later, to remind myself of my 1st labour when I'm all forgetful and wrinkly like a raisin. :P

Anyway, this long overdue post gonna be a thank-you note.

I'm forever thankful to be blessed with a mini-us and the smooth labour. Alhamdulillah.

Whilst I'm blessed with the gift to experience the labour, I hafta admit that it has been a humbling experience. Rasa sungguh insaf. Ya know, thinking of how sometime 26 years ago, my mum hafta go thru such pain to bring me to this world. Haih. It's true that you'd never really know how to appreciate a mother until you're one, for that, terima kasih mummy. I'd never be able to thank you enough. Sob sob. Sekarang tolong jaga pantang la pulak.

Moving on,

I'd like to thank my other half, the love of my life, C*** for being there for me. Tho his endless chanting of "sabar sayang, sabar, I'm here." did pretty much nothing to soothe the pain of my contractions whilst we were in the labour suite. he he. But he's been a great help during my confinement period - especially during those 1st week whilst we're still in KL. He'd rub my feet, made me hot chocs for breakfast and tea, helped me to put on the cute colorful socks etc. Am I thankful for such TLC? Owh yes. Thank you darling. Kiss kiss.

An endless appreciate also goes to my MIL for her care whilst I was in KL. Terima kasih mak. I could never ask for more. :D

Last but not least, I'm thankful for the prayers and well wishes.

Terima kasih banyak-banyak yer.

Owh, the mini-us is screaming for milk.

Later.