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.
Last seen on the 31st January 2010
Please, if you happen to stumble upon this man, do let me know for I am MISSING HIM TERRIBLY RIGHT NOW!!!
-there’s an empty holes in my heart and soul-
34 days and counting
I have another 34 days to go before my ‘predicted’ due date of delivery (that is 4/3/2010).
If you ask about my feeling right now, my answer is, I wish I can deliver sooner than that. I mean, since 37 weeks is considered as matured weeks for delivery, so why not. As long as the baby has fully grown and matured enough, I shall welcome any sign for delivery with wide open arm in the 37 weeks onwards. I can’t wait to finally be able to meet my dearest Izz, and I bet my husband feel the same way too.
Today, I shall talk about everything or anything that related to pregnancy. I mean, I am pregnant at the moment. I am half way through my third trimester and counting days to deliver super-duper Baby Izz to the world. So relatively, I can consider myself an experienced in this area of pregnancy, according to what that I have been through this 8 months of being a pregnant soon-to-be mummy.
So, I shall start now.
First Trimester
I always manage my own ovulation calendar and my period is regular, so when I finally got married last year on the 6/6/09, I have somehow knew that pregnancy is possible since the date 6/6 mark the 10th days of my cycle.
And I was proved to be right. About 2 weeks after getting married, I bought my first ever pregnancy kit and wallllaaaaaa!!!, though the line is barely visible, the result led me to the 2nd, 3rd, 4th and another and another test until the Doctor finally confirmed on me that I am actually PREGNANT.
So, I cried the first moment when I actually accepted the result. I called my mother and her response was, “cepatnyerrrr”. I called my husband, my MIL, my sister, but I can’t recall their first reaction because my reaction alone surprised me.
On my 2nd month of pregnancy, there is still no sign of nauseas. I was happy because I thought that I was free from all the bad symptoms that came together in the package of being pregnant. But I was proved to be wrong because from the 3rd month of my pregnancy, the reality hit me hard.
Second Trimester
Immediately after entering my 2nd trimester, I finally had gotten my ‘part’ in these common-famous-symptoms most pregnant women have to face. I manage to fast 7 days only during the fasting month. I can’t take rice in my diet for almost 1 month or else I will vomit my stomach out, my weight decrease instead of increase. And this prolong until the 5th month. I got tired easily; I can hardly walk every time afternoon approached me so I slept during the lunch hour. Throughout those 2 months, my lunch was religiously bought by my dearest colleagues. My diet consists of bread, and bread, and more bread. I was not myself AT ALL during those times. I was totally DOWN. I didn’t go out at all during weekend. My hormones certainly went haywires and my MOOD SWING was even worst. Luckily, it last only for 2 months (nearly) because at the end of 5 months, I am getting back my appetite and my old self started to recover to NORMAL mood.
By the 6th months, I started craving for guava. Yes you read it right. GUAVA!! I had to have at least 1 GUAVA per day. Seriously!! Because that particular fruit is like a snack to me. It felt different to me if I didn’t get my daily dose of GUAVA for a day. Other than that, I ate less veggie but replaced it somehow with fruits. I favour only GUAVA and grapes. This prolong until mid of 7 month.
Third Trimester
By mid of months 7 into my pregnancy, the craving for guava became lesser and was replaced by craving for, hmmmm, whatever that I feel like eating. But nowadays, I like to eat ‘JAMBU AIR’ and cakes@cupcakes and the like. Anything sweet will do fine for me.
I started buying baby item by the end of 7 months. Hmmmmm, what else? The third trimester is more like a ‘relax and enjoy’ time for me. The most enjoyable time throughout my pregnancy, I shall say that. Everything is sweeter, life is more manageable, I am happier, and thanks Allah S.W.T for that. Aminn. Despite the normal leg cramps, worst Braxton hicks, bad back pain, minus all that, the third trimester is a blessing to me.
Supplement I take throughout my pregnancy
1) Folic Acid – from the time that the doctor confirmed on my being pregnant, I was given folic acid to take one a day. This prolong until the 5 months and the doctor ask me to stop taking it. But when I reached 8 months into my pregnancy and my Hb level is a bit low, the doctor asks me to start taking it back.
2) Obimin – I can only consumed obimin for 1 weeks and have to stop when I found out that I tend to vomit my stomach out when I was on Obimin. Guess Obimin is just not meant for me.
3) Pramilet – My daily dose of Obimin was then replaced by Pramilet. Another similar supplement as to Obimin. I letter learnt that, pregnant women have to either take Obimin or Pramilet as their MUST-HAVE supplement because those contents all the vitamin, minerals and all the good stuff that the mother and the baby needed.
4) CALCIUM – Fearing that osteoporosis come knocking at my door at 28 years of age, I started taking calcium from the months 5 of my pregnancy. Plus, I didn’t drink any milk so I MUST TAKE another alternative to replace all the calcium that MILK have. I bought my supply of CALCIUM from USANA. Theirs, from what I read and all the testimonials gathered, is among the BEST Supplement to consider taking.
5) BIOMEGA – Wanting my Baby Izz to become one genius child, and to cure the short term memory loss that seems to hit me lately (hehehehe…alasan je), I started to take regular dose of Fish Oil (DHA HPA bla bla bla if I am not mistaken) as part of my daily supplement. Go read THIS, then you will realise the benefit that USANA BIOMEGA carry in each of their capsules.
6) ESSENTIAL – Also one of the supplements that I religiously taken the moment I register myself as member of USANA due to the benefits offered by it. Also read THIS to understand better why I willing to spend my hard earned money to buy this entire supplement by USANA when everyone else thinks that, OBIMIN or PRAMILET together with ACID FOLIC is enough for a pregnant lady to take throughout their pregnancy.
So, I think enough with this long boring rambling entry about pregnancy. Or else I’ll be chasing whoever that willing to read my blog away in any minutes. Huhuhu.
Just something to ponder by any going-to-be-mummy soon out there.
P.S: My husband tummy/waist line is getting smaller and smaller by day. Hehhehehehhe. Ask me why? Or email me at anor81@gmail.com to know how this is possible. I shall take his latest photos and compare it with his previous photos so you can see the different. NUTRIMEAL from USANA really work. My husband has tried it, and I witness the positive effect of it. There is no harm trying you see, because we’ll never know until we try it. *wink*. Plus, USANA product is guaranteed to be safe.
-ANOR-
Hello Friday!! Welcome Good Weekend!!
Office is a little quiet today. Bosses are not around. Fail to get through the FlyFM hotline to play the ‘Wake Up Your Brain’ contest this morning. But nevermind. Will try again next monday. Hopefully next week is another Lucky week for me.
Am thinking of driving all the way to Bentong to meet love of my life. But doesn’t get permission from him.
Missing him terribly. *sigh*
Had a good night sleep yesterday. Wokeup all fresh and happy. Looking forward for a lovely Friday.
Wanted to buy ‘grapes’ at Chowkit.
At the moment want to enjoy my daily dose of ‘Tea O Laici Panas’. *slluurrrrpppppppp*
Don’t ask me what this means. Just have to paste something as a prove. “The straight library knocks the analogue.”
Till then…..Much love
Now I believe that, Good Karma is like a magnet. If you believe in yourself, you treat everything fairly, you accept whatever that comes to you with an open hand, you smile, you forgive, you love, accept and give in return, you stay positive, you will attract good things in your life.
I woke up smiling – Monday morning.
I went to work with a positive vibes in me – the whole day of Monday
Result = GOOD MONDAY
GOOD MONDAY = GOOD KICK START FOR THE WEEK = BLESSED WEEK = GOOD KARMA
In between though, whatever that is not so good that came my way, I treated it as part of hiccups in my stroll towards a HAPPY WEEKEND. I didn’t take those not-so-good-stuff to my heart. I trust that this is going to be MY WEEK. And guess what, another good surprise came knocking at my door, barely an hour before I posted this entry, a too-good-too-be-true call for dream-job-vacancy technical assessment and interview. Alhamdulillah.
And I have to play my part after this. After all you can’t just stand there and just accept. You should also give in return. InsyaAllah, who knows, this GOOD KARMA will continue coming rolling into my life. We’ll never know what our future hold for us right?
P.S: Lets go to MPH CARNIVAL held at STADIUM MELAWATI SHAH ALAM, starting from yesterday until this SUNDAY. Good bargain, Good stuff, Good Books, Good Investment, Time well spend, Time worth spending…..*to all books lovers*
-one happy pregnant lady-