Thursday, November 19, 2009
Arfah fall asleep on my shoulder while i was trying to burp her. I was about to fall asleep on the sofa as well, but a phrase from a book i read somewhere formed inside my head. Never fall asleep while holding baby.
Gee.
The in-laws bought 2 new sets of clothing to prepare Arfah to meet her cousin next week. Heh heh. I'm all excited to dress her up! =)
My bro better start practising his baby when she grows up to call my baby 'Kakak'. Kekekekeke. Cant wait to meet his baby, and definitely cant wait to snap a pic of Arfah with her cousin.
=)
Now, i just want to go to sleep........
Till then readers!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Kita orang menumpang....
Cakap salah, tak cakap pon salah.
Buat salah, tak buat pon salah.
Frankly speaking, i'm used to being independent as far as errands/housechores/tasks-to-do are concerned. Late mom has been ill for about a period of 2 yrs plus and the situation i was in has develop myself to take things into my own hand and not to wait for myself to be reminded or to be instructed by other people on the tasks to be done. I'm used to this style, and automatically somehow i know when/how to get the things done at home/outside etc. Because i was the only child left after big brother- there's only 2 of us, so i have to get things done on my own. But when you put me in a different household style altogether, i find myself awkward to be reminded time and again, making me feel like i'm back to a fourteen-year-old girl.
Aside from that....I have no issues to pantang larang nenek moyang (knowing my condition and the 40-days-term-thingy) and whats not, but if it's really something that i'm not comfortable with, i find it unnecessary to follow just because i'm
Dont get me wrong. Giving birth is a beautiful experience. But the 'Terms & Conditions' that comes along after it is unbearable in this kind of situation.
I dont wish to put hubby in a difficult position, but he's the only one whom i turned to when i faced difficulties (aside from my own brother whose now is busy with his own baby). Hubby has done a lot for me throughout this whole post-pregnancy process (aside from our own quirks and twists, heh), hence i dont wish to tax him further. So.... what's now?
If only mom is still around............
Ok no, stop it fara.
sigh.
Really hope there's no post-natal depression...
:(
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
=)
After giving her milk, usually she'll doze off, cuddled in my arms. However today, she took a longer time to doze off. I was walking from one room to another for a few times before she finally settles down and her eyes closes. And when i lay her down on her secure sleeper bed, she was facing upwards. A few minutes later, she has turned on her own and decided to sleep in this position.
Arfah Radhiyyah
:)
Back to the Latest Event of The Year (yer lah tu ehk...kononnyer), first and foremost syukur alhamdulillah to Allah swt for granting me with a healthy baby after being in the labour ward for almost 11 hours. It was definitely an experience for both me and hubby. Mine was an induced labour, hence the process is a bit slower than the normal labour where the pregnant mummies came in with contractions or broken water bags.
The whole process was tiring and painful. SubhanaAllah. I am thankful to Allah for giving me the strength and courage to continue on in the labour ward. Am also very very grateful to have such a patient husband who was with me throughout the whole process, helping to encourage me non-stop and reciting the Quran to ease the pain for me. He was there holding on to me tightly by the side of the bed during the whole process. He was there to witness the whole episode of it, and managed to capture a few special moments straight after i delivered Arfah. She was out after 2 hours of pushing (it was not an easy push), weighing 3.2kg and length at 51cm. The nurse was saying that Arfah is considered quite tall for a newborn baby. :)
Fresh from ibu's womb
Going back home in yellow suit
On the 7th day, we officially name her after shaving off her hair. Hubby did the shaving despite him being totally clueless on shaving baby hairs. Hahah. The whole process was done only among hubby's family (mom and brother) and it took about an hour plus to shave Arfah's hair. Hehe.
And now...the journey has started. I pray that Allah would guide both me and hubby in raising up our child. And may Allah grant us eternal happiness insya Allah.
:)
Thank you to all my lovely friends who has wished, text-ed, called, visited and prayed for me. Syukran to all and may Allah bless you always.
And let me end this post with a picture of my princess.
(satu kasut hilang tak tau mana Arfah tendang. hehe)
