We are about to make the biggest, most humongous, so huge, extremely large, undeniably fat ever purchase of our life, A HOUSE. Yes! a house. And want to know what so special about this house? It is located just next to my parent’s house. Yes darling, you read it right. My parent and us, we are going to be a next door neighbour. And what more special is that the fact that the owner sold the house together with everything in it, all furniture and fittings and electrical appliances, decoration and vice versa. EVERYTHING. So once we move in, we just have to bring our suitcase. Nice isn’t?
But, there’s a BUT to this, you see. When the house comes with that unbelievable package, the price tag is also a bit UNBELIVABLE. Let just say, once we moved in we are left with our suitcase and our next month salary ONLY. All the saving is going KAPOSHHHH!!! Even now we have, and still have to fork out whatever money we can find to finance the down payment. We are lucky to have the chance to purchase the house, though.
Closing our eyes tight, so tight that we can’t even see the ray of light (cewaahhh!!), we decided, it is about time that we make this huge decision. After all we have been searching for the right house to call our home for quite some time. I am so excited but I bet my dear husband is far more excited then me. He is the one, in fact, that keep bragging about how nice the house is, how neat the deco are and everything bla bla bla when he went for viewing with my parents. I, until now, has never go for private viewing, not just yet, not until the house is finally ours, not until the sales and purchase agreement has been locked, signed, and stamped. Not just yet. I want it to be a surprise to me, the house interior that is. I trust my parents and husband judgement for now. It is a risk, but I trust their choice.
I am so excited that I draw a niceee picture to show the location of the house to you guys. What do you think? Hehehehhhe. What an Investment…Izz, now your ayah and me have finally got the bestest best chance to acquire the bestest best house for you, for now. You are going to have your own bedroom darling….Can’t wait till the day we can finally move in to out own house…
I have 2 darlings
They are very dear to my heart
I have 2 darlings
I love them very hard
My darlings oh my sweet heart
U guys are the apple of my eyes
My darlings oh my sweetheart
U r my life candy and sweetest honey
Oh my 2 heroes
Time will not keep us apart
Oh my 2 heroes
Nor does distance and everything cruel with no heart
I am blessed today
For I have you my dearest husband
I am blessed everyday
For I have you my son the love of my life
Geeee, after giving birth to my loveliest son, it seems that somehow this blog has turned into baby blog. All my post will have baby photos, baby stories and everything baby. It is amazing and never stops giving me awe on how much impact can one baby, one little human being can have in one life, in my case, our life.
From the day he was born, every little movement he make, every little sound, his look, his cries, his laughs are like a snowflakes during winter season, like a super yummy chocolate moist cake just come out from the oven, just like the feeling when you first fall in love, just like the time when you finally received your scroll during graduation, just like those butterfly flying in your stomach when you first attend your interview, just like the tears coming down your cheeks when the Tok Kadi say Sah and you are finally husband and wife, just like the feeling when you first see the two blue lines on your pregnancy test kit, and everything, all the feeling, mix together. That is how one baby can change your world. They are an expert in melting your heart no matter how hard it is before. How laa not to love them? Let alone dumping them? Goshhh!!! Mintak simpang benda2 tu.
I have fallen in love many times before, but falling in love with my husband is the bestest best feeling. I never thought that I’ll be falling in love, head over heels ever again, but surprise!! My baby has successfully given me those feeling like when you first ever be in love. I have fallen in love with my baby, every single day since his arrival. Every second with him, I fall in love, over and over again. And I think that this feeling can never stop, ever.
I never know that, seeing your baby poo poo after 6 straights days of MIA can give you happiness. I never know that seeing the cool fever on your baby forehead when he got fever can make you so sad and tear your heart into pieces. I never know that to see you baby improvement day by day, when he can smile, when he can roll on his stomach, when he can shed a tears or two without crying, when he is sucking hungrily on your breast, when he can ‘talk’ the baby talk, can made your world. I never knew, but now I know and I am very grateful that I am given this chance to feel all this, to experience every little moments like this, ever. Alhamdulillah and Thanks Allah S.W.T for that.
I have fallen in love, head over heels, over and over and over again with my Izz. I can never stop loving him and I never won’t. I will do anything, even if it’s mean that I have to give my life for him, just to see him happy. I just hope that one day, just one day, he will remember all this and he will never forget me, nothing more and nothing less. I just want him to be happy. My baby happiness is my happiness.
And he should never ever forget that he got his father that loves him to death. Your father work so hard for you and will sacrifice everything he ever has and his own happiness for you, sayang. Even if it’s mean that he has to sell everything and leaving him with his boxer alone, he’ll do that, I bet he will. Izz, you are our happiness, emak and ayah happiness. SO please sayang, be happy at home when we are away at work though I know it will be hard for you because it is the hardest for us. By the end of the day, we will spend every waking and sleeping moment we have, just for you. Because we LOVE you.
-SINCERELY, MAK IZZ-
Weekend was fun, packed, exhausting but fun. Saturday night we went to Empire Shopping Mall to try out the new car seat, a lovely gift from my officemates (and bosses also), thanks a zillion from the bottom of our heart. I can say now that our ride in car is more smooth and I have saved my arms from long term damaged from carrying chubby baby, not that I’m complaining, but, gosh!! It gets tiring after sometimes from holding your baby too long, don’t you think? Apart from that, another accomplishment, finally, after millionth attempts, Izz has willingly sat on his stroller, minus his tantrums. The outing was indeed fun. All smile, relax and happy.
Sunday night, again, we went out. But now, plus another 2 people, Izz’s aunties. Went to MidValley for the Mom and Baby expo. Nothing special. Managed to grab two cute baby outfits (one can be seen wore by the ultimate handsome baby boy, Izz Yamin in below photos). We had dinner at Teppanyaki. Luckily my baby sleeps ¾ of the way throughout the meal.
Sunday, I cooked, from breakfast to lunch. I’ve not cook for a long long time you see, that shall explained why I ‘collapsed’ all the way from 3 pm to 5 pm, all from direct cooking. Hehhehhe. What a ‘Mother’s day’ I had. But it was all worth it to see my husband and siblings enjoy my cooking.
Oh, discover a, shall I say, interesting new fact about hair, to be precise, LEG HAIR. It was some sort like an advertisement for a waxing shop. I had my fun laughing and taking photos out of the yet-to-be-opened shop. My husband refused to be photographed because it is embarrassing, he said. Anyway, am thinking of having a bikini wax or at least to go for a waxing treatment, but am a bit shy. Got to have a deep thinking about it. Any of you ever been to one? Do tell me, is it that painful? Is the pain bearable? Is it not that embarrassing?
Wish for a more outing in the future. Love you abe so much. And Izz too, my dearest darling.
Playing photo editing with picnik. Never know that photo editing can be so much fun. How’s the result for a first timer?….
Went for an outing with my boy last Sunday. Empire Shopping Gallery was indeed an interesting place to visit. Will definately going back soon.
Baby is so LUCKY for they are able to sleep peacefully everytime everyday, unlike us, adult, where ‘beauty sleep’ furthermore ‘uninterrupted sleep’ is rare nowadays especially if you are parents, like me. Don’t you think so? We, adult, just have so much to think, even in our sleep. They, Baby got nothing to think off except eat, play and sleep. I do envy them sometimes, most of the time infact. Aren’t they adorable sleeping?
-Mak Izz rambling-
I have this feeling right now, the urge, very huge, to go home, NOW! Right this moment! So huge this feeling that if I didn’t think my rational thinking, I’ll be on my way home, this minutes.
Blame it on this ’small guy’. Argghhhhh!!! Mummy is missing you terribly. I wonder what are you doing right now sayang?
Ohh!! You want to know something? The bestest best and most soothing fragrances in this world is…..THE SMELL OF A BABY’. Be it the smell of them after waking up in the morning, the smell after they are done feeding their mummy breast, the smell after their are done clothing after taking bath, or even in their smelliest form, all sweaty in the mid afternoon, their smell is the BEST. Someone should create a fragrance based on baby smell. Heaven!!
Izz, Mak rindu Izz sangat sekarang. Izz jangan nakal2 kat rumah tu yer.
Anak kesayangan mak Muhammad Izz Yamin,
Hari ni mak terlambat masuk opis. Padahal ni baru hari ke-2 mak start keje lepas cuti lama dok umah teman Izz. Napa yer mak leh lambat datang opis? Sebabnya………Izz takmau tido satu malam sampai laa pagi tadi kol 6 baru Izz nak lelap. Tu pon tido2 ayam. Napa mak kata tido2 ayam? Sebabnya…..bila nonen lepas je dari mulut Izz mata Izz terus je bukak besau2, buntang2 sambil kuar bunyik2an chumel itu. Ohhhhh napakah Izz suka ajak mak main malam2 sayang oiiiii. Mak tak larat arr nak main berdiri goyang2 joget2 Izz tengah2 malam buta tu. Lagipun Izz dah makin semangat. Tangan mak dah lenguh2 sebelah dah ni. Adoilaaaaa anak mak ni. Mak takut nanti lain yang goyang dan lain yang joget nanti. Mak tau Izz dah besau and tak sabau nak berdiri. Mak nak cari walker hari tuh tapi amoi kedai tuh kata “aiyoo, anak awak kicik lagi mana bulih pakai ini walker looo. Ini walker untuk baby 6 bulan ke atas sahaja”. Huh!! Macam mana lagi mak nak buat.
Izz Yamin yang chumel,
Semalam mak rindu sangat kat Izz. Susah nya mak nak tinggalkan Izz kat rumah pagi2 tu. Malam sebelum tuh bengkak2 mata mak nangis sambil cakap2 ngan Izz. Ntah Izz paham ke tak apa mak cakap. Kalo ayah Izz millionaire memang lama dah mak berenti keje. Mak kalo boleh nak tengok Izz hari2. Biau mak nampak Izz membesar depan mata mak. Mak tak berapa suka bau bibik tuh melekat kat Izz. Mak tau sayang, bibik ada masalah bau sket, baik badan atau mulut. Jadi ingat pesan mak ni, kalo Izz tak tahan sangat, Izz buat2 pensan. Last option Izz paling2 kan kepala bila bibik cakap2 ngan Izz sambil juih2 lidah macam nak muntah. Alaaa kan Izz bese buat2 nak muntah bila mak suap air suam. eleh…jangan buat2 tak ingat pulak yer. HEheheheehhe.
Izz,
Kalo laa Izz tau betapa sayangnya mak kat Izz. Bila mak tengok Izz mak ingat ayah. Bila mak tengok ayah Izz mak ingat IZz. Sebab almost 80% ciri2 ayah ada kat Izz. Huhuhuhu. Dulu ayah no 1 dihati mak. Sekarang ni tempat ke-1 dikongsi bersama. Sayang mana boleh nak belah bagi. Tak reti mak nak bagi separuh sayang kat ayah n separuh lagi kat Izz. Kadang-kadang bila Izz ngan ayah dah tido malam2, mak perati kan korang. Memang laaa like father like son. Mak dapat tang idung Izz aje. Tuh pun jenuh mak tarik idung bulat kecik tuh tiap hari nak kasik mancung. Balik2 Izz bersin. Ish, kalo tarik kuat sangat idung Izz tukau kaler merah laks. Nanti ayah marah mak kalo nampak idung Izz merah semacam. Ayah tuh mak tengok makin lama makin garang laa. Mak pun jadik takut. huhuhuhuhu. Ayah Izz, jangan laa garang sangat and jangan laa banyak sangat tanya. Mak Izz tak larat arr nak jawab. PEnat oooo main ngan dak kecik chumel tu. Dah arr makin semangat badannya. Ayah Izz dah arr suka ngelat masa nak pegang. Huhuhuhu. Sian mak Izz tau. Nanti mak Izz majuk dia bawak Izz lari semunyik jauh2 kat bilik nenek Izz baru ayah Izz tau.
Izz Yamin yang chumel,
Mak nak tanya sket ni. Bila Izz nak buang air besau ni? Masuk hari ni dah 6 hari Izz tak melabur. Sebelum2 ni cukup 3 hari Izz tak buang air mak ngan nenek terpaksa cucuk sabun kat montot kecik Izz. Ada arr 3x wat cenggitu, mak ngan nenet tak sampai hati laks nak buat lagi. Puas mak baca forum kat internet. Rata2 org kata normal kalo baby yang nonen mak sepenuhnya untuk tak membuang air besau paling lama sampai seminggu. So Izz nak mak tunggu seminggu ke? Esok genap seminggu. Kalo tak melabur gak apa mak nak buat?…Huhuhu. Ayah kan dah ajar Izz teknik2 dalaman meneran. Izz kena praktikkan. Ingat, meneran jangan guna muka. Guna tenaga perut. Tuh abru betul lelaki. Ayah Izz la cakap. Mak ingatkan ajer.
Izz,
Pagi tadi mak tinggalkan Izz, mulut Izz tak abis2 nyonyot invisible nonen. Nenet kata mak dah nak kena belikan Izz puting. Tengokla macam mana nanti. Sekarang pun mak rindu Izz sangat. Kalo arr Izz tau betapa rindunya mak kat Izz. Tunggu mak balik petang ni ye sayang. I lebiu Izz Yamin.
-Ikhlas, Mak izz nun di KL-
*pics of Muhammad Izz Yamin taken everyday throughout this 15 days prior to his ‘arrival’ on the 19/2/2010*
Where did I stop last time? Ok. Let see, at 10.15 pm, Thursday, 18/2/2010, the opening was already 4cm. At 11.30 pm, it has opened up to 6 cm, and by 12.30 am, Friday, 19/2/2010, wallaaa!!! We have reached the 1-0 number and the *uh-ah-uh-ah push-push-push it harder and hardest with all your mighty* time begin.
Every contraction that came throughout the almost 1-hour in-labor brings nightmare to me, up until today. I am not exaggerate but that was what labor experience is like to me. Seriously, I will cringe at the very thought of labor room, contraction and even the word PUSH.
Huaa!!!! Maybe this is due to the fact that everything came/happened too fast that my brain failed to digest the feeling or logical behind everything that has happened thus my emotion took control and obviously my reaction showed it all.
Though, it took me less 2 minutes to an hour to get Mr. Izz out into this world, but seriously, the ‘scar’ is too deep for me to ignore or even worse, forget.
But, hey! After a few days at home, when you finally set yourself calm, and your baby is ‘speaking’ in his/her sleep, little by little, you will realize that, the baby is worth every single pain you felt before.
Oh, almost forget. The labor experience, which is the main subject here.
I was pushes into the labor room around 11.30 pm, that very Thursday, 18/2/2010. At that time, the opening was 6 cm. Every minute that passed was something beyond what I have prepared myself for. The contraction pain was nothing like I have ever experience before, the pain that is. It is far beyond painful, I should tell, according to my experience. With every contraction, you will have this urge like you are about to give ‘the-poo-of the-year-feeling’. Macam nak buang air besar of the year, so huge that you feel like your intestine want to come out from your behind.
By 12.30 pm, the opening was already 10cm, and the ‘real-pain’ begins. Ok, you may wonder, if contraction is pain, why on earth that I describe the labor pain as ‘real-pain’. Let me explain, every pain that came together with this in-labor thingy is a package of its own. The contraction is pain No. 1, the pushing experience is pain No. 2, the episiotomy is so cruel that it stand on its own, the second pushing to get the ‘uri’ out is another type of pain, and the stitching I tell you, is so very painful that during the time the doctor was stitching ‘that area’, I cried. I didn’t cry throughout the whole journey except when I was being stitched.
My baby is small, he weighing at about 2.54kg at the time he was born. But to get him out of me, the doctor had to opt for episiotomy and vacuum method. Yes I admit, though I have pushed with all my mighty, my baby still didn’t want to come out that left the doctor with no option but to cut me and vacuum my baby out. And the ONE and ONLY MISTAKE that I did was, at the very last push, I had somehow lifted my ass up; the RULE NO. 1 and ONLY RULE- NEVER EVER LIFT YOUR BUTT UP THROUGHOUT THE PROCESS OR ELSE YOU WILL END UP TORING YOUR PRIVATE PART. And that leads to multiple tore. The episiotomy resulted in 5 stitches, and since I have broken the RULE NO. 1, I have successfully torn my private part into two different directions that require million stitches more. And the experience, the feeling, the pain when the doctor stitched me was so very very painful that I actually begged the doctor to stop stitching me. At that time, I regret not opting for caesarean birth; but later learnt that giving birth through caesarean method is far more painful in recovery when compared to normal birth.
I am not trying to scare anyone here. I am just sharing my experience and believe me, without doubt, the experiences of giving birth vary from one person with another. If you have a chance to watch one of the episode of ‘Keeping Up With The Kardashians’ in which the eldest sister Kourtney was giving birth to her son, you will see that, unlike my so-called-horrifying experience, the you tube video of her giving birth will make you believe that giving birth is a piece of cake. Try search for the episode in the YouTube and you will understand why I said that.
Nevertheless, it was really an experience of the life time. It made you appreciate your mother more.
Oh, I haven’t told you the story of few days after delivery. The story of where I have to find an alternative to do my ‘business’ since I can’t barely sit let alone squat because of the thousand stitches and the story of ‘my confinement’ and how I have break the rules of confinement that resulted in possibility of re-stitching’ my va-jay-jay.
This I will tell you more when I have the ‘me’ time in between nursing and continually breastfeeding my hungry-all-the-time baby. Again, he, without fail, has amused me with his multi talent of multi tasking while sleeping. Gosh, that makes me love you even more darling. Furthermore I love my dear husband more and more everyday for all that he has done for me.
-Mak Izz-
Oh, where should I begun? Hmmmm. I was due to deliver Baby Izz on the 4th March 2010. But the doctor expected it to be at least one week early which should be around the 26th February 2010. But Allah S.W.T proved us all wrong when Baby Izz decided to come out and meet us all on the 19th February 2010, exactly on the 38th weeks of my pregnancy.
The day went a bit on a fast pace, I shall say. It was Thursday, 18th February 2010. I was scheduled to attend my 2nd interview aka Structural Interview with ‘The Company’ in the morning then back to the office once the interview is done. I didn’t actually expect that I would succeed to the 2nd interview when the 1st interview went all but well. I was so nervous, the interview, that I tend to humiliate myself by answering 50% of the question asked, wrongly, or shall I say, due to my confuse state of mind; I have somehow succeeded to confusingly answer A for question B and vice versa. Nevertheless, I passed through the 1st interview.
Enough on the interview, it is Baby Izz story I want to write here. So, since my father was the one to send me to work (after the interview), I have to catch my last ride with the train on that fateful day. Usually it will take me only 10 minutes maximum to reach the train station from my office, but that Thursday, I had somehow struggling, while walking like a 90 years old granny, carrying an extra baggage weighting approximately 2.60 kg, walked through that shhttuuupiddd ‘jambatan serba salah’, and walllaaa!!! ‘the penguin me’ finally managed to safely land this huge feet of mine to the train station in a record of 25 minutes.
At 9 p.m, I went for my routine maternity check up. Nothing unusual, the doctor ask me question and I answer, so much so that the doctor predict Baby Izz will finally see the world in approximately one week time. I went home, had my dinner, and when I was about to finish my dinner, I had this one very unusual, extra painful stomach pain, or was it stomach cramp. It took about 5 minutes for the pain to go away, and as I was about to walk to the kitchen sink to wash my plate, there, suddenly, I peed in my pants. Yes, great, that was just what I want, peeing in the middle of dining room. I was panicked, a bit, I admit. I quickly ushered my youngest sister to get me a towel. I change my pants right there in the kitchen, then I walk upstairs to my room.
Pity my husband; he was just about to do his ‘businesses in the toilet when I called him out. I tell him that I just peed in my pants. With his usual ‘expressionless’ face, he asked me, “macam mana nor leh kencing dalam suar ni?” Yeah, that was just what I needed. I also don’t know why la my darling husband.
My water broke, that what happened. ‘Ketuban darah’ some more. Husband called the doctor right away. And luckily, the clinic was still opened. When I reached the clinic, I was summoned into the ‘scary room’, where I was asked to lay down and the doctor asked me what happened. I showed her my panties, soaked with water and blood. And she knew right away. Expertly, nevertheless, she jumped straight into business and tells me that she needed to see how much the opening is. Gosh, I was laying there, legs spread apart, and the doctor put her finger into the va-jay-jay area and the feeling, I should tell you, was, a rating of 1/10 of the labor pain. Little that I know, it was just the beginning of the most painful experience ever in my life.
Ok, when finished checking whatever she should check, the doctor tells me that the opening was already 4cm and I should head straight to Umra (Pusat Bersalin Umra). The time was 10.15 pm at that time. Being me, I tell her that I haven’t actually packed my bag yet. She said, ok, take your time, at least 30 minutes, and then come straight to the clinic. With 4 cm opening, a series of contraction every 10 minutes or so, we, my husband and I drop by to the nearest shop to buy some toiletries. Back home, my parents was waiting anxiously, and my sisters were all excited and in a record breaking time, I successfully stuffed whatever shirts, panties and everything that I should bring together with the baby stuff that I could reach into a bag and zoom, straight we went to Umra.
The journey to Umra, though took us only about 15 minutes, was the longest 15 minutes in my life. The contraction, then, varies, every 10 minutes, every 5 minutes and every minutes that it want to come. I can’t sit properly and I give the contraction experiences at that time a rating of 3/10 of the labor pain.
Gosh, Baby Izz is crying right now. This baby I tell you, is so very amazing because he can pee, poo poo, cry, and get hungry, all while sleeping, eyes closely shut. Geeee baby, we should recommend you to be in some book of records somewhere, emak thinks. Ok, the story to be continued later peeps. Got one baby to attend to.