Thursday, January 26, 2012

Eternity




Prior to below post, I believe this song suits it all. Trying not to be too kinky but who am I kidding? There's still  a jiwang side of me hiding somewhere underneath this serious looking girl, Lol! Love you husband :)

Oh! Watched the movie but it's not to my liking and I seriously don't understand why some people cried or going head over heels over the movie. I seriously don't get it. Nasib baik download aje! Jimat duit den.

But the song is to die for! Ah, jiwang.

Anyways, have a great day lovebirds.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

365 days

A year ago, Izwan and I, we were officially announced as husband and wife witnessed by family members and close friends.



Today, with an additional member of our small family, it makes our Anniversary a joyous one, though I'm on kain batik and on 44 days mission of "berpantang".

With our bundle of joy, Iman Alexandria

I was in the midst of bf-ing Iman when Izwan forced me, yes forced me to go to the kitchen at 12am sharp, 15 January 2012 with a slice of Indulgence and bouquet of roses on the table. 

Oh dear husband,

Though we were in the midst of "disagreement", it was so sweet of you to give me that bouquet of roses. It was out of ordinary of you to do such thing - for the fact that you usually forget on all the important dates of ours but you didn't forget our first anniversary.

Firstly, thank you for being my husband. Though I may not be the best wife in the world for you for the fact that my stubbornness pisses you off most of the time but please know that you mean the world to me. Thank you for being so patient with me and to stand by me when I needed you the most. Thank you for being the best friend I've ever had by being the most understanding. Most of all, thank you for being YOU though you annoy the hell out of me but hey, that's what made me love you.

I'm not good with words and I have not expressed my love to you that much but my love for you is eternity. May this love we build for each other last forever.

Love much,
Your stubborn wife.

Friday, January 6, 2012

A Day To Remember

It was a bright Monday, 26th December 2011 and as usual, public holiday means cleaning the house, doing 3 rounds of laundry, folding piles of clothes and entertaining Kakak's whines about not being able to jog at KLCC park - a productive day in deed. While waiting for Izwan to arrive home from work, I was busy preparing dinner - fried the marinated chicken mom had prepared, folding the 3rd batch of clothes and watching re-run of Masterchef US. Like I said, a productive day. Upon the arrival of Mr. husband, he asked for a cup of hot coffee since he had to continue doing his work at home and suddenly, I pee-ed on the sofa bed. I ran quickly to the bathroom as it won't stop flowing. I asked Izwan to call Busu (my aunt) to check on whether the running pee was a pee or air ketumban coz it doesn't look like a pee - clear whitey fluid and viscous with few drops of blood in the toilet bowl - confirm kena pergi hospital dah.

Izwan called my gynae to inform him that my water broke and he instructed us to go to the hospital immediately, straight to the labor room. We took our own sweet time. Sempat lagi nak pilih-pilih baju mana nak pakai between a jubah or a pyjamas. Luckily, I've packed my bag, itu pon banyak yang tertinggal. So, moms-to-be, be prepared. Nasib baik hospital-rumah dekat and MRR2 was being nice for not having traffic that night. Off we went to the hospital and get myself admitted at the labor room. I was still in good condition - no pain, no nothing. Sempat gelak ketawa dalam labor room and ordered nasi goreng pattaya and roti canai telur from Izwan. Lapar tak terhingga.

So relax. Rambut boleh kemas-kemas pakai cekak lagi.

After awhile the midwife came to my room and insert an unknown fluid inside my buttock to make me poop. At 12.30am, I was still in a good condition with minimal contraction. The midwife was struggling to get my baby's palm as she was not moving that much that night. Pity Izwan, he had to sleep on the floor as the labor room doesn't provide any extra bed for the husband. It's a labor room remember?! I was 2cm dilated at that time.

I was still fresh and awake that night. I was having a serious goosebump in my tummy. The feeling was surreal. I mean, I'm about to give birth to my child. Unlike Izwan who snored soundly sampai saya yang segan. 

At 4.30am, I asked for a pain-killer from the midwife as I couldn't bare the pain from the contraction. I remember the midwife said that I'm 4cm dilated and I was like baru 4cm? 

I fell asleep right after and suddenly the pain hits me like a bombshell. At 6.30am, I called the midwife half-cried as I couldn't bare the pain. Izwan woke up as I was squeezing his hand tightly. The pain was unbearable. They said that the birth pain is as worst as the period pain one had only that it's 10x painful. I've never experience any period pain before but I can assure you that it is very very very painful. Seriously painful.

The midwife and few nurses came in to prepare me for the delivery. They gave me the oxygen mask and instructed me to breathe only when I feel the contraction. Apa lagi, I breathe entirely using the oxygen mask sampai muntah-muntah kena salin baju. I think I passed out right after. I can't remember what happen to me as the pain kicks in very hard but I remember screaming, chanting ayatul Qursi during the entire process.

At 8.30am, I woke up from the pain and screamed "saya nak berak" to the nurses. The doctor wasn't there yet and the nurses asked me to hold on first and not to push the baby out. I kept on screaming "saya nak berak, saya nak berak" and for all I know I pushed as if I was pushing for the poop to come out and there she was, my baby's out the minute my gynae sat his butt on the chair, Alhamdulillah.

I was all high due to the extra dosage of oxygen. I opened my eyes slowly and I saw my baby being cleaned up by the nurses and I heard the sweet sound of her crying. Alhamdulillah was all I said. The sound of Izwan chanting the Azan and Qamat to my baby girl made it official that we are now the parents of Iman Alexandria. Alhamdulillah, syukur!


I was holding her minutes later and for all I know, I cried while feeding her for the very first time. It was a happy cry, a blissful cry.

Tuesday, 27th December 2011 bersamaan 2 Safar 1433, 8.35am - a memorable day to remember.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

2012 & 40 Hari Berpantang

Celebrated new year at the hospital crying my lungs out seeing Iman laying in the Incubator crying for help. Her Jaundice reading was a bit high on the 4th day.

Started berpantang the minute I arrived home after giving birth. Ini tak boleh makan, itu tak boleh makan, minum air ini, mandi air daun itu but knowing me, I make my own berpantang rules. As long as it's not harmful and logical to do/apply to my body - I have no objection to follow. But if it's ridiculously unreasonably tiada logika (read: strictly no-no) to apply, I, in any chance will not follow.

But then again, who doesn't want to have a flat tummy with nice shape-curvy body after 9 months being flabby and HUGE.

Call me crazy but I constantly checking my working mails in between bf-ing and putting Iman to sleep. There's even times when I feel like going to the office and start working. It's only been 7 days and I already feeling restless staying at home doing nothing. 33 more days to go. Manusia, bila suruh kerja nak cuti, bila dapat cuti nak kerja pula.

I was supposed to have as much rest as I can have during confinement tapi macam tak berhasil je. I just don't know how to sit still.

Ohh bf-ing can be so challenging especially when your baby refuses to drink and choose to sleep instead. Nak kejutkan satu hal, nak suruh minum satu hal. It's even worst when your baby is a night person - drink and play during odd hours (3am onwards). Mencabar minda!

My husband is being over-protective over his daughter. Nak buat macam mana, dah menunjukkan ciri-ciri anak Papa.

I want to go shopping but I can't. Sigh!

I'm bored but I have no choice. Double sigh!

Gotta stop now, it's time to bf the baby. Gotta prep myself before she screams for milk.

Toddles.