Saturday, October 11, 2008

Your First Night At Home

Where you slept
On Mummy and Bapak’s bed

When you went to sleep
At night: 8.00pm

When you woke up
At night: 12.00am, 2.00am, 3.00am, 4.00am, 5.00am… I really do need extra space

When you went to sleep again
Right after your evening freshen up

When Mummy sleeps
When you sleep


You love to sleep with Bapak besides you

Welcome Home!

The day of the week you came home
1st September 2008 at 11.00 am

Who brought you home
Mummy, Bapak, Tok Ba, Nek Ma, Tok Kedah and Auntie Yana

What are their expressions once they saw you
Over the moon!

Our home address
This is our rented house:
No 79, Lorong Seri Damai Perdana 3,
Taman Impian Perdana,
25150 Kuantan,
Pahang Darul Makmur.

Messages From Well Wishers

A bunch of baby thanks to the phone callers:
Families, Auntie Shikin, Auntie Ina, Uncle Anas, Uncle Naim and those who I forgot to mention the names, thank you very much!

A bunch of thanks also for those who send the sms:
As’kum. Alhamdulillah jg tahniah utk kakak, ayah d doakan mga cucu sedare yg br lhr ni dpjgkn umo jg mjdi ank slhh yg dirahmati Allah slu hndknye, I’allah, amin2 ya Allah.slmt mymbt rmdhn al Mubarak utk kakak + fir.syg slu..wslm.
- Ayah D, 18:55:38, 31.08.08

Hehe..baby xsabar nk tgk dunia la 2..nk jd anak merdeka la 2, anyway congrate..
- Auntie Elin, 21:09:58, 31.08.08

Congrats on this very happy news, it’s a miracle baby.
- Uncle Deva, 21:04:02, 31.08.08

Tahniah dan slmt menganti puasa.
- Uncle En. Mat, 21:04:40, 31.08.08

Wahh..congrats kak nurul!wad berapa?
- Auntie Hani, 21:04:40, 31.08.08

Wah, congrate new mummy!sakit x sheko?
- Auntie Ayu, 21:07:32, 31.08.08

Ucapan tahniah dr sy sekeluarga.semoga lebih berbahagia.hepi merdeka!
- Uncle En. Saiful, 00:27:41, 01.09.08

Alhamdllh. Congrats! Bykla bj biru baby merdeka mummy ni..
- Auntie Salwani, 22:24:02, 31.08.08

Aslmkm.kakak ngah jge baby ke?kim slm seme ea.nie k.yong la.pe nMe bby 2?
- Kak Yong, 12:50:38, 02.09.08

Laa..iyer ke!? Akak ingatkan ko g jalan2..tgk umah tutup. Tahinah, memang anak ramadhan. Bila jangka balik umah, akak nak tgk baby. Slamat menyambut ramadhan. Apa nama baby.
- Auntie Linda, 21:20:00, 31.08.09

Alhamdulillah.betuah sgh cucu ayh d 2.kua je trs smbt merdeka+rmdhn.hek3.ok ntinye pic msg 2 kakak kim kt no ni eh.ba+mama jg ibumetua ku dh smpe ke lum?
- Ayah D, 21:28:56, 31.08.09

Bla kkak plan nk blk cni?X sbr su nk pegang.
- Nek Sue, 17:08:23, 01.09.08

Salam wth kak nurul. Sory lmbt wish. Tahniah for ur first baby :-D. smg baby sht n ceria. Jg utk akak.
- Uncle Nasrul, 10:59:29, 04.09.08

Sorry tadi berbuka n pray. Kesiannya kat baby, menangis x. Benarnya c su ada smsm mlm 31 tu wish kat kakak, rupa2nya next day baru tau sms x sampai, so c su call mama Tanya perkembangan. Kakak sihat x, nama apa baby.
- Nek Sue Besut, 04.09.08

Congrats! Baby merdeka.haha ingatkan boy..tp xpe janj sht n slmt.nama?nona ke?cpt2 upload gambo k.congrats 4 both of u from us.tc.
- Auntie Arin, 22:37:40, 05.09.08

Alhmdulillah slmt sume.aku duk tringat2 tau.ok bpantang elok2 tau.jg diri tuh.baby nama pe?
- Auntie Kama, 22:40:22, 05.09.08

Salam She,aku br trgt nk call ko since aku ada bc kt fndster nadia mcm ko dh bslin, congrats!cmana dh jd mak org ni?girl eh, nama apa ye, I tot baby boy..
- Auntie Kurt, 22:49:00, 05.09.08

Congrats!! So, now dh blh adapt? Mind 2 share ur baby name?
- Auntie Ae, 22:56:02, 05.09.08

Congrats!teringat gak nk msg tny tp ingatkan blm.girl?hehe nama pe?japnye ko dlm labor room.
- Auntie Ain, 00:45:46, 06.09.08


Thank you all!!!

All About You And The Day You Were Born

The day of the week and the time you were born
31st August 2008 at 10.54 am

The place where you were born
Hospital Tengku Ampuan Afzan, Kuantan

Your weight and your length
Your weight: 2.9kg & Your length: 48cm

Your hair and eye color
Hair color: Black & Eye color: Black

The people that were there
1: Your very supportive Bapak
2: Dr Norliza
3: Dr Quizzi
4: Three nurses and
5: Of course Mummy!


You!

Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!

According to the doctors, our appointment was actually on September 8th, 2008. We are going to meet each other on that date which is the birthday of arwah Bapak’s father. But we cannot resist meeting each other and you were coming out eight days earlier! And yet you have made our special appointment even more special when you were coming out on our country’s independence day, which was on August 31st 2008! You are definitely a Merdeka baby! And according to the doctor, you are Merdeka baby number two at Hospital Tengku Ampuan Afzan, Kuantan! We should have wrapped you with Jalur Gemilang! Oh, how indie you are!

Now I really have something to celebrate on 31st August every coming year. We can go to the parade and Mummy sure make you the Merdeka outfit from the Jalur Gemilang. And we are not going to sing that ordinary birthday song on your birthday, since Bapak and I already composed a new one for you. Enjoy it!

Tanggal tiga puluh satu bulan lapan dua ribu lapan,
Hari yang mulia, hari bahagia,
Sambut dengan jiwa yang merdeka!

Mari kita seluruh warga Negara,
Ramai-ramai menyambut hari lahir Iris!
Iris!

Tiga satu bulan lapan dua ribu lapan,
Hari mulia hari lahir Iris!

Irissss! Irissss! Iris! Iris!

Music and lyrics by: Mummy and Bapak


Hi! I am a Merdeka baby!

Mummy's Serious Story - The Day You Were Born

It was August 31st 2008 at roughly 12.15am. Seriously we were hugging each other while watching Bilut on RTM 1. It wasn’t a passionate hug, but more to ‘kaseh-sayang’ kind of hug. Oh how on earth would I get so much estrogen to have that passionate hug while having a swollen belly? No offence, dear baby.

Bapak started to tell me the real story of Felda people while watching Bilut. I assumed he get the story from his late father. He told me how Felda people having the hardest time to get the trees grow but not money. He started to be Mahathir for the hundredth times and I just adore the resemblance. After a while, I have been so patriotic and I felt like waving the Jalur Gemilang and sing our national anthem, Negaraku. Seriously.

But we were not watching the movie to the end since Bapak was scheduled on-call on the next day. Before we slept I asked Bapak to snap a photo of us (yes, you and I) since it was quite a long time we were not on a glamour flash. With my favorite long John and baby tee, Bapak snap few photos of us. It was an ordinary night. I tucked your Bapak with his favorite blanket and there we went to slumber land. Seriously.


The two of us!


There went our night, with a small kick and tickle of you in my womb. I woke up at 2am for pee pee and went to sleep again. The wonderful story was actually begun at 5am when I felt something weird about myself. I wasn’t sure of what happened in my body. I wasn’t even sure whether I want to have a poo poo or what people say of a contraction. So I got up from the bed and walking to and fro in our living room. Honestly I wasn’t sure of what happened to me. But one thing for sure was now I fully understand the meaning of that Malay idiom – ‘macam kucing nak beranak’. Seriously.

Felt unsure of myself, I rouse up Bapak and told him what happened. And I didn’t expect that he woke up and have a quick shower and asked me to grab your’s and my stuff. And for the first time (after 10 years) Bapak asked me to wear kain sarong. It has been a dog’s age! The last time I wore sarong when I was a Farisian. Oh what a community! Seriously!

Bapak was really a calm man. He is trained to be that way. With a calm morning zephyr, we went to the hospital. And from that moment I know that this is the time! I cannot lie to myself that I have a little pain in my stomach and luckily Bapak knew what he should do, “She tarik nafas pelan-pelan, and then hembus.” The method eased me a little bit if not much. And at that particular moment also I want to be a medical doctor. Seriously.

We arrived at the hospital at 6am and the houseman checked your heart beat and the jalan you are going to use to come out to this wonderful world. The houseman said that the jalan was only opened at about 3cm and most probably I would be delivering you the next day. After the checked up, the nurses brought me to the ward and Bapak went back home to take all his stuff since that day was his working day. We were left alone. And I felt the pain even more and I can say it was three times in ten minutes. I wish Bapak were there holding my hands. The pain was even worse when they put on numbers of stupid wires on my abdomen. I phoned your grandmother, Nek Ma and requested her to pray for us and I also called up Bapak to come quickly to the hospital. Bapak said he was reciting Surah Maryam and will come to the hospital as soon as possible. I even asked him to not finish the Surah since I cannot bear with the pain. I wasn’t sure whether I have been a drama queen or I was seriously in pain. Seriously.

At 8.30am I ordered the nurses to put off all the stupid wires on me and bring me to the labor room. They said they cannot bring me to the labor room since my jalan was still opened at 3cm. I said I know my body and please bring me to the labor room now! I know they hate me but I know my body better. So there we went to the labor room at about 8.45am but they do not put off the stupid wires on my body. Feeling like one of the patients in E.R., they put me on the stretcher and push me to the labor room. In there, I have to wear the blue dress and now I seriously felt like one of the House’s patients. Dr. Quizzi, one of Bapak’s friends checked the jalan again and he said I have to wait until it is opened for 8cm since now it was only 5cm. Bapak wasn’t there at that moment since he was in Surgical Operation Theater entertaining other sick patient. Oh Allah, how I wish he were there holding my hands. But fortunately, they provided me with a nice tranquil nurse who held my hand like she would never let go. I have been a drama queen for a hundred times asking for the most powerful drug on earth for laboring-The Epidural. Honestly speaking, I already told Bapak about my plan for laboring; it was either undergoing C-section or having The Epidural. I never thought of laboring you in normal labor. Seriously.

I asked the doctor to drug me since I cannot tolerate with the ache. I felt like the doctors and the nurses were trying to not giving me the drug since they kept on telling me that I have to wait for the anesthetic doctor to prescribe me with that drug. Feeling abandoned, I called up Bapak and asked him to pager up anesthetic doctor to run to the labor room and drug me NOW! Bapak immediately came to rescue me and pager up his colleague in Anesthetic Department and they promised to come ASAP right after their morning round. It was 9.30am and Bapak went in and out from the labor room since his pager kept on beeping. I cannot request him to be with me all the time since he had several minor operations to handle. So I relied on the nice nurse who held my right hand. And I didn’t give up on requesting the drug from that nurse and she asked me to keep on praying. To show that I had been abandoned by the government service, so I made up several screams, but they showed me no fear. Not even when I threat them with the title of spouse’s to Dr Muhammad Firdaus Bin Abas, the Medical Officer of Surgical Department, they didn’t show me a bit of fear. Oh, what a drama queeeeennn!!! Seriously.

At exactly 10.00am, Bapak told the second on-called doctor to handle his operations for a while until I’m giving birth. He was there holding my left hand and keep on telling me to inhale and exhale slowly. He wiped off my sweat on my forehead with his hand and I cannot forget his look in his eyes. That was the sweetest moment ever in my life being a wife to a great man-Dr Muhammad Firdaus Bin Abas, yes he is a doctor. At 10.35am, I felt like you were on your way out to this world. I screamed as loud as I can (but yet still can manage the poise of me) and saying that this is the time! And I can see everybody was running to rescue me; there were two doctors, Dr Norliza and Dr Quizzi, and four nurses and my sweetheart. I cannot tell exactly what it felt. I felt like something big was going to explode in my stomach. I was bearing down at exactly 10.40am. And everybody kept on giving me instructions.

Dr Norliza: Okay bagus, push Nurul push! Bagus! Pandai! Push lagi! Haa, pandai pun! Saya akan assist awak.
Dr Quizzi: Okay, tarik nafas! Push lagi! Sikit lagi Nurul!
Nurse 1: Okay, jangan jerit di mulut! Nanti penat! (See, I was a screamer!)
Nurse 2: Bagus! Bagus! Lagi!! Ha, tak payah guna Epidural pun!

I was so confused who to listen to. There were so many instructions and faces to look for. So I listened to my only doctor, my beloved husband.

My very own midwife: Okay She. Kalau rasa nak keluar, teran. Kalau tak,
simpan nafas. Okay bagus sayang, sikit lagi!

And the process went smoothly.

My very own midwife: Allahuakbar She! Sikit lagi! Allahuakbar!

And listening to Allah’s name, I questioned myself: Am I dying?



My personal doctor


And at precisely 10.54am, everybody was screaming “Bagus Nurul! Bagus! Awak dah berjaya!” (The line “Awak dah berjaya” is author’s overstate statement to add flavor to the story). But the best screaming was actually your screaming! I heard your voice and I cried like a err... drama queen? No, like a real mother. Bapak immediately iqamah and tears streamed down my face and no words to describe my feeling at that particular moment. Seriously.

And there you are, a cute little girl. The doctor put you on my body and once again I cried like a mother. You are so small but there are so much big loves waiting for you. They brought you somewhere else to give you your first bath. I heard you cried when they showered you. I know you were kind of afraid of the outside the womb world, but I promise you that this world is not as cruel as you think it is. (Do you think it’s cruel?). Here is the picture of you on your first bath.



Your first shower


After taking your first bath, Bapak brought you to me and for the first time you had your meal from my tiny little twins. Your mouth is so small relative to the twins. I cried again seeing two most loved people on earth being so closed to me. Bapak took you again to have your first rest on the real world with your other tiny friends. And there started my third pain-the suturing session. Gosh, it was a real pain (but how on earth I still can phoned up my families and relatives while the doctor is suturing?) and here is the ranking for the pain: [1] the contraction, [2] the suturing session and [3] the labor. Honestly speaking I want to have lots and lots of babies since the labor was not so painful compared to the contraction and the suturing session. Seriously.

After that, we were brought to the post-natal ward and had our first rest after a wonderful journey while waiting for the families and friends to chin us up. So here is the serious story of us-the day you were born. It was such a wonderful moment ever and I cannot portray it in real words. Seriously.

Friday, August 1, 2008

The Secret Of Writing Is To Keep On Writing

“The secret of writing is to keep on writing”-me.

Yes I know I have to keep on writing but I just don’t have ample time lately. But they said when there is a will, there must be a way. Yes again I know there must be a way. Oh gosh, surely I have lots of wills. I keep storing the wills on my mind. No doubt it’s all about you dear baby and Bapak and the people I love.

I should have known that new semester makes 24 hours a day is not enough for me. Even they said Helen Keller and Einstein also got the same amount of hours a day to make them special in their own ways, but still it is not enough for me. I need extra 5 minutes just to blogging and writing.

I can’t write at home. There are lots of undone businesses – from never finished laundry to picking up the purposely-thrown-male-undergarment on the never mopped floor. Baby, please don’t copy Bapak in that kind of attitude. Luckily they are all in pale colors which I’m not so sakit hati. I can’t imagine if they are all bright colors like mine, pink and striking blues and swooshing yellow…urgh…I might turn out being permanently insane!

I also can’t write at the office. Apart of illegal of using government bits and pieces (which I always do), I have to entertain my students with their never thought questions. With terrific numbers of meeting I have to attend, surely 24 hours is not enough for me.

Excuses, excuses. Stop making excuses and start writing. End of problems. Trust in this idiom and everything will be just fine “When there is a will, there must be a way!” Yesss!!!

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Bapak and Mahathirisme

I wish he can give lengthy comments to me as he gave to Tun. I wish…

Comment One

By Muhammad Firdaus bin Abas on July 30, 2008 12:52 PM

Assalamualaikum Tun,

I have been silence for a long time, i concentrated on my study as rule by AUKU, after that i signed akujanji to be accepted as gorvenment servant. We are in the same profesion TUN, and i still silence because of the nature of my profesion. But since the last election and the following events i cant stand the silence anymore. I have to speak out loud.

Our gorvernment now are weak. Everything just friable and waiting to crack. Our economy is not flourish. The worst is Rakyat are feeling their money is not as valueable as before. In 1997 economic downturn, the most affected is the tycoon and company, Rakyat still had a good feeling about their money. Tun had encontered this downturn very well.

Why now Pak Lah cant overcome this economic problem? Surely due to lack of leadership. Leaders who are good will manage all of his country assets, including all the brilliant economist and formulating the right track to our country development.

Time has come and Malaysian are willing to change, they are not just willing to change leadership but they are willing to change the gorvenment. Please Tun, advise us from time to time what we as a malaysian should act. Thanks a lot Tun.

Comment Two

By Muhammad Firdaus bin Abas on July 30, 2008 12:29 PM

Assalamualaikum Tun,

Saya merupakan peminat Tun sejak saya kecil lagi. Lahir pada zaman pemerintahan Tun menjadikan saya seorang yang mahathirisme. Saya mengikuti penggulungan Tun dalam setiap perhimpunan agung sejak saya tingkatan 3 lagi. Hujah Tun bernas. Gaya ucapan bersahaja dan sense of humor membuat saya terpaku. Saya faham halatuju UMNO pada masa itu kerana Tun yang memimpin. Sekarang penggulungan Pak Lah langsung tak mendapat tempat di hati saya.

Pemilihan Pak Lah memang salah. Tetapi siapa Tun untuk tidak memilih Pak Lah pada waktu itu. Tun tak mungkin dapat meramal kemusnahan besar yang Pak Lah bawa pada waktu ini. Mungkin ini Ilham Tun yang paling parah.

Tun merupakan seorang ahli politik yang mantap. Kemantapan politik Tun menyediakan tapak kukuh untuk presiden UMNO. Kekuatan Presiden itu sukar ditandingi dengan pelbagai struktur yang diolah Tun semasa memegang jawatan presiden. Kuota sudah pasti satu mekanisme pertahanan yang unggul. Tun memupuk sikap taat kepada presiden dalam UMNO, bagus untuk taat pada presiden semacam Tun tapi tidak pada Pak Lah.

Cawangan - cawangan UMNO diketuai oleh golongan yang patuh dan taat, mereka ini dah berzaman di situ. Tiada darah muda yang menyemarakkan politik UMNO peringkat bawahan. Darah muda dalam UMNO yang adapun hanya yang nak penuhkan perut sendiri, mereka ini darah muda yang sudah korup kerana pengaruh khairy jamaluddin. Kalau dulu mereka ketua - ketua cawangan ini taat, kini pun mereka taat. Tapi taat yang bawak padah. Kalau kita tidak mahu mereka ini terus mencalonkan Pak Lah, kepimpinan peringkat cawangan perlu dirombak.

Tun yang membina kekukuhan kerusi presiden sehingga Pak Lah masih kebal di sana. Jika saya bertemu 5 orang ahli UMNO di kedai kopi, 4 mahukan Pak Lah undur, tetapi sistem menyebabkan suara 4 orang ini tidak diterjemahkan pada pemilihan UMNO. Mampukah kita megubah pendirian mereka yang memegang teraju di bawah ini? Tun mesti turun ke akar umbi tak kiralah melalui siapa atau bagaimana agar kita mampu naikkan seorang yang lebih berkaliber walaupun tidak sekaliber Tun.

Terima Kasih Tun, Jasamu dikenang, jasamu unggul sampai tak bisa dibalas..

Comment Three

By Muhammad Firdaus bin Abas on July 30, 2008 5:39 PM

Assalamualaikum Tun,

Perkara ketelusan dalam kerajaan memang telah lama berlarutan. Pada zaman Tun pun berlaku namun Tun selalunya menjawab persoalan demi persoalan yang timbul. Namun persoalan MV Agusta ini ibarat sepi yang kelam, angin sepoi bahasa pun tak kedengaran dalam media arus perdana. Badan Pencegah Rasuah perlu siasat semua dakwaan yang timbul apatah lagi yang ditimbulkan oleh Tun, bekas Perdana Menteri Malaysia.

Pak Lah memang tak mampu lagi menghadapi kemelut yang dia cipta sendiri. Harap Tun realisasikan suntikan semangat dan kekuatan minda pada mereka di akar umbi supaya Pak Lah akhirnya undur pada waktu yang sukar ini bukannya 2010 waktu yang dah parah itu.

Semoga Mukhriz, wakil rakyat kawasan saya, merangkap anak Tun dapat mainkan lebih peranan dalam menyedarkan mereka yang masih kabur.

Terima Kasih Tun. Tanpamu Malaysia tandus..

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Monday, July 7, 2008

Leaving Your Mark On My Body

My Name: Mummy She

My Story: Becoming a mother has changed me. It altered the entire way I see the world. It also altered the way I see my belly. I previously had the sexiest belly on earth. But not anymore on July 1, 2008 when I got my first mark on my sexiest belly! You start making marks on my belly by stretching your body! Baby when are you going to stop maneuvering and kicking and somersaulting? You leave the marks on my belly! Oh no baby no!!! Mummy won’t have that sexiest belly anymore!

My Cocoa: Cocoa Butter Body Butter – Core 05

My Masseur: Your lovely Bapak

My Day‘n Night Job: Garu my belly

My Piece of Mind: Don’t stop maneuvering and kicking and somersaulting me baby because that’s the only way I know that you are just fine in me. Don’t worry about the marks since they are going to be the most beautiful history of you on my body!

My Extra Piece of Mind: Arghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Burpy Me

I burp since the first month of my pregnancy. I do burp a lot that makes me hurt. Burp! Yes, I know it’s pretty gross but it’s uncontrollable. Sometimes I make rap song using the burps to annoy Bapak. I think it would be a hit if I send the rap demo to Snoop Dog because Bapak never get annoyed with my burps, so sure does Snoop. Burp!

The first thing I did in the morning was burping. My burp is kind of an alarm clock to Bapak to get up in the morning. Sometimes I laugh to myself hearing my own burps, but most of the times I get soooo burp! I get soooo…burppppp!!!! Burppp!!! Maddening!

Bapak said it is normal to burp while I am pregnant. It is maybe due to lactose intolerance meaning that some people don't make enough lactase - the enzyme that breaks down lactose (the sugar in dairy products) - so they get bloated if they have too much milk or ice cream or chocolate. And who on earth can defy the temptation of having eskrem itik or worst Häagen-Dazs? I’d rather choose burping than saying no to all those scrumptious tidbits. Burpppp! Some said “it is probably because of the indigestion from your baby pushing up on your stomach”. Burp! But I don’t think they are right since we together fight against the burp. Kan baby kan? You help me kick all the gases and winds. I am pretty sure if the gas in my stomach is Helium, I would be a happy baby blue balloon on air. We would fly together with the birds and stay on the clouds for a while. Burppp!!! Burppp!!!

Burpppppp! Whatever it is I wish you are just fine inside of me. Do not burp my dear baby, I am afraid that you might swallow the amniotic fluid that makes you terbelahak and no one in there will pat your back. Stay just fine my dear baby!

Burpppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp!!! Oh, burp…what burp…a burp…burpy me…