Oh My Drama Baby!

Yesterday Mummy and Anya brought you to Klinik Kesihatan Sungai Isap for your third month injection. Mummy drove back home from work like crazy because Mummy forgot that your appointment was at 11am. I am not so cakna like Bapak when it comes to appointments and meetings and anniversaries.

Kak Ida, the nurse, really knew how to entertain you. You laughed like a big girl when she played with you. I even failed to make you laugh like that. The funny thing was you pee-pee when she put you on the weighting tool. But the not funny thing was you only gained 200 grams from last month. Maybe you travelled a lot last month, from Bukit Tinggi to Kedah to Kelantan back to Kuantan. Mummy sure eats lots of oats and white carrot after this.

Now the injection moment. No one knows my exact feeling when I saw you been jabbed by the nurse. It was one of my scariest moments in my life. Last month you were held by Bapak, but this time around the nurse asked me to hold you, not Anya. Yes, Anya is far calmer than me. So I held you. I have to admit that I hate syringe and needle. Everyone does.

Including you! You screamed like a true screamer when the needle got into your hip flesh. Poor Iris. I didn’t dare to look at you so I passed you to Anya. You screamed for two seconds then you stopped and smiled. You really are a drama baby…

After a dramatic moment, we went back home and because of the drug you slept like a baby. And the second dramatic moment started back at 4pm when you got that pre-mild fever. The only thing you wanted was being cradled by Anya and me. You kept on crying and I have to start telling you the truth that the injection is for your good health. You listened for a while then you continued crying.

I gave you paracetamol syrup but it cured you only for few hours then the fever hit you back. Thanks to Bapak and Anya, they really helped us a lot.

Cik Iris, you really are a drama baby. Thanks to my gene.

My drama baby...

The Golden Drops

Yes, I am a firm believer of the goodness of breastfeeding. Thank God I still got enough milk for Iris. I didn’t read a lot about the benefit of breastfeeding, but I know it is the best food for babies. Bapak is also a firm believer in exclusive breastfeeding.

But it brought me a little problem once I went back to work. Tok Kedah was your first trainer to feed you my expressed breast milk (EBM) with the bottle. It was a chaos really. You refused bottle-fed and you dare ended up sleeping with empty stomach. I still remembered the first day I went back home from work, the first thing you searched from me was my milk and you drank like nobody business until you puke. It was really menyayat hati and I still remember up to this day.

Thank God after two weeks of training, you can bottle-feed easily. Thanks to Tok Kedah and also Nek Ma. But there are some days we tried to give you water and other formula milk, but you puke dramatically. You only want that drops from heaven.

I have experienced many things in breastfeeding. I really enjoy mothering you, but I cannot lie that sometimes stress did hit me. It happened when I thought that my milk is not enough for you. But Bapak said I didn’t have to worry because the milk is produced depend on your demand. I even consulted Dr. Rita Rahayu, a member of the Lactation Advisors and Consultants Association in Malaysia. She texted me this “Only those who are misinformed or uninformed will tell you to not to breastfeeding. Do not fall into the pit of ignorance! Knowledge, awareness, supports, and practice is your key to successful breastfeeding.”

And I will do everything to fully feeding you with my milk. I never online shopped, but to my surprise I did it because of you. I bought two bottles of herbs to enhance my expressed breast milk so I won’t get worry while I leave you with the sitter. I bought that from Dr. Rita’s website, http://www.momslittleones.com/. Thanks to Auntie Arin who introduced me to that site. But the only thing I regret about breastfeeding is I didn’t pump my milk while I was in confinement. You slept a lot while you were a newborn so I did have overflowed milk and I didn’t keep it. Now all I can do is only make-to-order EBM instead of make-to-stock. No one was trying to advise me on make a stock! Don’t blame others, you have Google Search.

So, to all new mothers out there, do breastfeed your babies. It has more benefits than challenges. Happy mothering!

Milkmaid Tea and Rich Milk Tea

A Holiday At Bukit Tinggi

Mummy had a seminar at Bukit Tinggi on December 1st to 3rd. Mummy had a problem to find an available nanny who can take a great care of you. Bapak can’t take any leave. After Mummy had a long serious headache, Nek Ma and Tok Ba, your forever big fans, have volunteered to be your nannies for three days up at Bukit Tinggi. And oh yes, we had another two lovely gorgeous nannies – Anya and Antisha.

We were lodged up at Selesa Hillhomes at level 4. Can you imagine that we have to climb up the stairs to get to our room? And I have to do it five times daily to get to the seminar room (which was also at level 3 another block) and run over you to smooch you and hug you after a long tired seminar.

On the second day, we went to Bapak and Mummy’s favorite place – Colmar Tropicale. We have been there when you were negative seven months in my womb. Can you feel the sensation baby? Everybody loves this place including you! You learnt lots of things that day. You saw so many beautiful things. You breathe the cool breezy air. You just love it. We snapped lots of photos and thank to Antisha she brought her Samsung.

Even though it was a tiring seminar, but seeing Tok Ba, Nek Ma, Anya, Antisha and yours happy faces have made me the happiest person on earth! Bila mao jalan-jalan lagi?

Tok Ba's sweetheart

Rambut shiapa cacak-cacak tu?

At Rabbit Park

Kappow! Anya was a jelmaan of rabbit.

Nek Ma and Anya had fun feeding the donkeys

Je suis content que tu sois!

Bonjour!

Lovely Antisha and Anya (Antima, I bring you next time ya!)

Ohé!

Ohé du bateau !

Ai, dah jadi Mummy for three months pun tak reti-reti pegang baby?

Your Big Day: Aqiqah

Aqiqah literally means cut and this word is often used for the hair of a new born baby that is cut or shaved. Prophet Muhammad pbuh and his companions used to perform aqiqah when they were bestowed with a new born. It was narrated in Sahih Bukhari, that the Prophet ( Peace be upon him ) said :

" With a ghulam ( young boy ) his aqiqah, then pour on his behalf blood and remove from him all that is offensive."


One week before aqiqah
We had a little problem with the goat because we didn’t find any yet. So I tried call up my old friend, Kak Long asking for it. And Thank God and thanks to Kak Long also we had the goat for aqiqah.

Two days before aqiqah
Now Tok Ba, Bapak, Ayah Wan and Pak Su Pa had a little problem with the goat. They have to feed him every day so that he would look handsome on his big day to heaven (err…he sure goes to heaven right?)

The big day
It was definitely a fiesta! There were so many people came to your big day and luckily we had two goats for the jamuan. We were celebrating two celebrations in one day-second day of Hari Raya Aidilfitri and your aqiqah. You are such a little limelight to everyone. You really knew how to be a center of attraction. You just slept all day long but still people keep on giving you duit raya. Haha, nice act little miss!

Everyone was really enjoying this very day. And it shows in these photos! Thank you all! Enjoy!

Can you spot the goat? Guess, who was the goat bestfriend?

Three goat lover-Tok Ba, Pak Su Pa and Bapak

See!

Three little angels coming down from the stairs - Iklil, Farhah and Yasmin

Where are you little limelight?

Really a big day!

Nek Ma busy giving door gift to guests

Ayah Wan went nuts to choose the perfect auntie for you.Help him.

Everyone went bananas, but you...

Why Mummy So Pissed Off

Oh, I miss this blog so much! It has been a dog’s age I didn’t write my mind out. I have two big reasons. First, I didn’t read a lot lately. The last book I have read was Tales from the Court and other stories by Matthew Thomas given by Bapak as a gift for me for delivering you. Okay let me be frank. I only read the foreword. How could Bapak give me that kind of book when I underwent a confinement? I was so confined. Urgh!

Second reason why I didn’t blog for ages is because I hate blogging without any photos attached. So why didn’t I snap lots of lovely you? Why oh why? It was because I have lost my Sony T9. Okay let me be frank again. My T9 has been stolen by penchuri laknat. It happened a week after Hari Raya. Yes, a week after Hari Raya Aidilfitri. It happened when I was totting you and we both went to sleep because we were so sleepy. No! Because all of us (Mummy, Tok Ba and you) have been hypnotized by that penchuri laknat! If not how could he simply entered Tok Ba’s house and rampok all those precious stuff? I have lost all of your precious snapshots too! And oh yeah, he stole my handphone too. Urgh!

All I can do is pray to God to make that penchuri laknat go straight to hell. Instead, Nek Ma asked me to pray for that particular P.L. to be a good man in future. Okay Nek Ma, I will listen to you as always. Oh please penchuri laknat go straight to hell.

And that were two big reasons why I didn’t blog for almost two months.

But don’t you worry my little miss! Because now….. I am back!!!

The Nanny Named Who?

I have big problem now. Bigger than me. Bigger than Cik Iris. I have problem finding the nanny. Why everyone would love to work at KFC? Why do they love to be couch potatoes than learn new language-the baby language? Where are you lurking the good nanny? Oh, please come out and take care of Cik Iris. She is such a doll she wont bite you. She only screams like a boy when nursing. She only wants my milk. And that's why she screams. And when she sleeps, she sleeps like a baby. So you can do whatever you like, napping or wathing telly. Please come out oh dear nanny. Please, just please.


I have problem. I cherish myself. I sang The Nanny Named Fran. That is my favorite show.

She was working in a bridal shop in Flushing, Queens,'

Til her boyfriend kicked her out in one of those crushing scenes.

What was she to do? Where was she to go? She was out on her fanny...

So over the bridge from Flushing to the Sheffield's door.

She was there to sell make-up, but the father saw more.

She had style! She had flair! She was there.

That's how she became the Nanny!

Who would have guessed that the girl we've described,

Was just exactly what the doctor prescribed?

Now the father finds her beguiling (watch out C.C.!).

And the kids are actually smiling (such joie de vivre!).

She's the lady in red when everybody else is wearing tan...

The flashy girl from Flushing, the Nanny named Fran!

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I have problem. Please help me.

So History

Things that I miss:

1. Burping
2. Waking up every half an hour at night to pee pee
3. Morning sickness
4. Food craving
5. Swollen belly
6. Small kicks in my tummy
7. Itchy tummy
8. Phone conversation with Nek Ma telling her your weekly growth. (“Mama, minggu ni baby besar timun cino doh. Minggu ni aktiviti untuk baby kena menari. Baby suko bilo dio raso swaying gitu.”)
   
   

But the thing I miss the most is: Size S me.

...ssooo history...

Daddy's Precious

You are.

A daddy’s girl and you can’t even crawl yet. It’s so wonderful to watch your relationship develop. You’ve got Bapak wrapped around your tiny little finger; you both look upon each other with such adoration. He loves you so much. He would travel from Kuantan to Kelantan just to meet you and hug you. He didn’t fail to come back to Kelantan every free weekend and brought you toys. The first person he would kiss in the morning is you, me no more. Once he holds you, he would never let you go. You love your special times with him, you trust him completely, and the bond is evident even to complete strangers.

One Little Lock

People has asked me where did you get your black soft hair, and it is definitely from my gene, the only feature you copy from me. You were born with lots of hair. But then you were only having your newborn hair until day 16 of your life because then you were getting new hairstyle; bald.

Fresh hair-Day 1

Tok Ba suggested cutting your hair with his idol, Tuan Guru Nik Abdul Aziz. Reading July’s issue of Mastika, I don’t think that idea would come true because we have to queue for hours to get Tuan Guru to cut newborns’ hair. Since you are Tok Ba’s first granddaughter, we tried to make his dream comes true.

So we get up so early in Friday morning, 15th September 2008 rushing to Tuan Guru’s place in Kota Bharu. Everyone wanted to see you with your new hairstyle so one car wasn’t enough hence we went there with two cars. The persons who escorted you were Tok Ba (he was more excited to shake hands with Tuan Guru than seeing your new hairstyle), Tok Sue, Nek Sue, Nek Mie, Kak Farhah and Kak Yasmin. It seemed like we were kidnapping you because Tok Ba drove the car quite fast in the dark and there were no cars on the road. Phew, thank God we arrived there safely at roughly 5.30 in the morning.

You and I were left all alone in the car when everybody performed Subuh prayer. It was an unforgettable moment listening to Surah read by Tuan Guru while watching you sleep in my hands. You are such a wonderful divine given by Allah to me. I also felt sad at the same time looking to your newborn hair for the last time. At first I don’t agree to cut your purely soft hair, but everybody said you would get itchy head.

When they finished Subuh prayer, Bapak and Tok Sue brought you to the place where the mencukur event is held. Seeing other parents brought their newborns, I only hope for the best, yet still prepare for the worst. And to our surprise, it only took you 20 minutes to get to Tuan Guru and you were number three in queue. So here are the shots Tok Sue managed to take while Tuan Guru cut few of your hair.

Shot 1

Shot 2

Shot 3

After the event, we went back home and once again Tok Ba drove a car like nobody business because he was so shocked he can shake hands with his idol. And that evening, you have all your hair cut off by Bapak and Tok Ba and Mummy kept on screaming to have them careful with your tiny and soft head skin. And I was busy picking up your hair to keep it in my scrapbook.

Bapak, be careful with the scissors please.

What have you done with my hair, huh?

Mummy busy picking up the leftover...haha!

Final touch up from Tok Ba

So here you are with your new hairstyle. You still look adorable without hair-lah, sayang.

Mummy, please cover my head with the ribbon please.

This is your newborn hair. So be grateful once you grew up. Don't curl or straighten it. (Aha!)

One little lock

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Whatever my sleeping style is...

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I sleep the best when someone holds me...

...on Bapak...

...on G.G....

...on Nek Ma...

...on Nek Chik...

...on Bapak...