The Prophet Muhammad (SAW) said, "Marry the loving and fertile because through you, I will compete with the nations for superiority in numbers."-Abu Dawood-
Not sure which, either I'm fertile or following the Sunnah, I have you, my third baby girl. Yes you, Iyra Alveena.
You were born on November 11, 2011, only 9 minutes to 11PM. Yes, I am a number lover, thanks Allah for another great birthday date. But million thanks to You for this new bundle of joy. I need to be true for you to remember my girl, that I didn't expect you in my womb because my life was very frenzied and I didn't expect that many excellent swimmers of Bapak will unite with my egg. I was busy preparing myself with the study things and adjusted to my new life as a student. And I got you in me.
It wasn't easy for me though. With a new rented house to adjust, and the two small princesses to pamper and yell, with cooking skill to enhance (since we didn't have Anya or Yon to help with the meals), with a new neighborhood, gosh it wasn't easy. For the first few months, I suffered bad days and I'm sorry dear I didn't mean to harm you. I haven't consumed myself with good food for you. I didn't talk too much to you or dance with you while you were in me. I'm sorry Vee.
Apart of the bad days, you grew. I can feel your kicks, your hiccups, and your summersaults. And again, you love to stay in your favorite position, which I most scared; the breech position just like your Kak Iesha. I tried so many ways to get you turn your head and so I can have normal delivery, but yes, I might be the Queen, but you set the rule. So I didn't want to argue with the experts anymore, this time I agreed to rather follow what they had set up to me, a Caesarean on 15th of November. On a red book, you were about to see the world on 27th November; 2 weeks earlier than the expected due date.
The story is there for me to tell. I was having a plain Friday with my beloved at Nek Ma's house. I told Bapak that I needed a check up since my tummy was hard as a rock since Subuh. And so Bapak got all our things readied and had my wish filled. I longed for Tutti Fruity ice cream. While Bapak performed Solat Jumaat, I was in the car filling my tummy with the ice cream. Thought we had a good day that day, didn't we, Vee?
The hard tummy made me admitted to the HUSM. OK, I need to be true again. I wanted to deliver you on that date. With the help of hard tummy and a good script and prayers from all, we managed to get through the OT that day on 10.30PM. I thought we wouldn't get the date, but after performed Solat Isya', I was asked by the nurse to get into that blue dress. I still remember the doctor said to me "You sapu minyak selusuh tu kenapa? You memang nak tarikh hari ni ye?". Whoopsie, she well read my mind. But I managed to get to her "Eh, I tak percaya minyak-minyak ni, mother I yang kasi, I sapu je-lah." And I remembered what I texted Bapak "No matter what, She nak Ceaser hari ni jugak."
And there we went. You were so easy to take out. I still remember I was half paralyzed at 10.40PM, and 5 minutes and so, you then were crying your heart out. Yes, some might say it was a C-sec, so it sure is speedy, but not with my second daughter, Iesha, when I saw the team was quite struggling to take her out. Did you hear the great verses Bapak recited for you? I hope you'll be a good girl.
Oh, what a lovely girl you are. Your weight was 2.97kg and; a girl. Welcome to the new world, Iyra Alveena.
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