Happy Birthday, Me!

This morning just before my husband sent our firstborn to my in-laws’ place, he wished me a happy birthday.

He returned, got dressed for work and gave me a peck on my forehead like always. He wished me a happy birthday again with his right hand caressing my left cheek.

I was still in a groggy state of mind, half awake and half nursing my little precious. All I could afford was an mmhmm thank you.

The other day, he cheekily remarked that my birthday present would be delayed. He even chuckled that maybe he could get something from Carousell first. Tsk tsk so naughty.

Alhamdulillah I’ve got the most wonderful gift this year – the arrival of our 2nd hero and it’s beautiful how my prayers for a December baby was answered. Life since has been a happy riot so far and I know we will not want to have it another way.

There is really nothing more I would ask for. The past 28 years have sculpted me the way I am today and I believe I will always enjoy this journey ahead, with His consent. Happy birthday, me. 🙂

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Emo Nemo

There are a thousand things I love about my husband, but the best one has got to be how he willingly embraces the choices I make without any kind of judgement. Never the type to violently object to them, providing a sense of assurance that he knows exactly what I am doing. He gives me the appropriate space necessary and most importantly, trusts me well to know that I am entitled to my own decisions.

He rarely breathes down his expectations on me…to say that we are extremely alike in thinking is not a fact definitely, we are worlds apart sometimes, but I like how we respect each other’s mindset.

There have been so many occasions whereby I am thankful he walks along with me in the plans and decisions I make. Not ahead, not behind, but just right beside me, holding my hand…

Thank you Sadiq. I love you.

One, Two… Three!

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15 September – we turn 3 today! Three years of awesome ups and downs. Not gonna sugarcoat it any other way but marriage is one heck of a journey which can drive you to insanity. Really. But of course, we won’t have it any other way. :p

I love how we always take the opportunity to steal time just to be together. Just the two of us, be it a lunch or a movie date, I know there is always a weekly day we try to set aside. Well we always have to rush home after that to our little man so such quality time is much love.

I love where we have come so far. Thoroughly blessed. With a handsome little hero and another sidekick in 3 months, with God’s will. We will be parents of two warriors and the near future forecasts itself to be a chaos – nowadays, we are almost always talking about the prospect of having two energizer bunnies around and I love how the picture we paint is pretty much full of colour.

I love how I still am very much in love with him. We have known each other for roughly 18 years and were in courtship for 5 years before finally tying the knot. There are just so many more things to learn about each other, what with parenthood coming into the picture. I believe we will discover so much more when we become parents of two, three, four and so forth (insya’Allah). Of course, we learn about each other’s quirks as a son/daughter, brother/sister and so on too.

Marriage is simply amazing…and I’m happy that Allah swt has blessed us this far. May He continue to shower His endless blessings on us.

Marriage is ugly, you see the absolute worst in someone. You see them when they’re mad, sad, being stubborn, when they’re so unlovable they make you scream. But you also get to see them when they are laughing so hard that tears run down their face, and they can’t help but let out those weird gargling noises. You see them at 3am when the world is asleep except you two, and you’re eating in the middle of the kitchen floor. You get to see the side of them that no one else does, and it’s not always pretty. It’s snorting while laughing, it’s the tears when it feels like it’s all crashing down, it’s the farting, it’s the bedhead and bad breath, it’s the random dances, it’s the anger and the joy. Marriage isn’t a beautiful thing, but it is amazing. It’s knowing that someone loves you so much, and won’t leave you even though you said something nasty. It’s having someone have your back no matter what. It’s fights over stupid things, like someone not doing the dishes or picking up after themselves. And it’s those nights you fall asleep in each other’s arms, feeling like there will never be enough time with them. It’s cleaning up their throw up, or just rubbing their back when they’re sick. It’s the dirtiest, hardest, most rewarding job there is. Because at the end of the day you get to crawl into bed with you best friend, the weirdest, most annoying, loving, goofy, perfect person that you know. Marriage is not beautiful, but it’s one heaven of a ride.

To my dearest best friend, happy 3! ❤

The Birth Story – Part 2

8 June 2013

No cramps, nothing, just the usual lethargy. Kept reminding myself that I should be more mobile to aid the labour process that may come anytime soon. Perfect timing since we were also getting the baby cot ready after collecting it from Kak Lis’s place the night before.

We managed to complete everything at around early afternoon, then Sadiq wanted to visit his sister who gave birth a few days ago. He asked whether I wanted to follow. Told him that I did not mind staying home, just in case (haha mummy’s instincts at work probably) so he went ahead without me and reminded me umpteen times to call him if I felt even the slightest discomfort.

Ibu was with me at home, too and I remember her checking up on me every half an hour or so in my room. My parents also cancelled their plans to JB that day. They wanted to stay overnight there but alas, decided not to. Maybe it was grandmother’s instincts at work too. Hehe.

I actually felt okay the entire day, though I knew I had very minor contractions going on. I never really knew how a contraction would feel like, especially since I have never really suffered from menstrual cramps, only backaches, so most of the times, when a cramp hit me, it was like trivia time for myself.

“Err, was that a cramp?”
“Ow ow, pain. Eh no more?”

Clueless I was, really. I just knew I wanted to ‘enjoy’ the day, being alone with baby in my womb. Even though there was no spotting or a waterbag leak and all… There was a very strong feeling that it would be the last afternoon with baby in me, somehow.

And boy, was I right… 🙂

Love Math

When our little hero turned 6 months old last Monday, I took a while to reflect and found myself smiling to myself a lot. Major learning took place, no doubt and what was even sweeter was that the journey was filled with more meaningful discoveries about myself and my lovely husband. We were blessed with a baby right after we got married and while the idea of it was always adored by us, we always wondered about the “what ifs” that would inevitably occur once our life began as a family of three.

To be honest, my greatest concern had always been about as to whether my role as a wife would be compromised once my new life as a mother commenced. Thankfully, I am blessed with a partner who always puts his loved ones before himself and sure enough, he wasted no time in assuring me that things would be okay.

I always worried about whether my love would have to be divided with the arrival of our son. Little did I know that there is no such thing, but that love will always multiply within us. 🙂

Sayang my two handsome heroes in my life so much!

So Beautiful

Pretty much obsessed with my little guy ever since we welcomed him into our world. Really, my phone’s memory storage is at its bare limit considering that 99% of the photos in there are his. I have snapped pictures of him smirking, smiling, rolling his eyes ..basically his photos are more often than not, snapped one second apart from the other. Hehe.

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Thank you Allah for choosing me to be his mummy. This precious loan from You will be treasured. Forever and always.

Lights Camera Action

I had been toying with the idea of having a maternity photoshoot (probably since before I got pregnant even, ha ha ha) and I told Sadiq that we must do it. At least for our first little one. Surprisingly enough, he agreed! To an outdoor one, no less.

Grabbed a deal off Groupon and thankfully, they had slots for the weekend after I booked it. I was worried that delaying it might mean that the opportunity would be gone since June weekends are pretty risky since baby could ‘pop’ anytime, so we managed to secure a slot on the last Sunday of May. Yey!

It was raining rhinos and buffalos when we approached Fort Canning though so we were praying mighty hard that the shoot will not be called off. I remember telling Sadiq that we will save this slot for when baby is out then, but lo and behold, those dark grey clouds cleared up and the weather was all sunny again. Double yey! Thank you Allah.

Pictures are not with me yet, it’ll take them some time to process the raw images and send them to me as I opted for the additional top-up deal. The photographer showed me a slideshow of the photos taken and I must say, that for such an affordable deal, we had an absolutely great time and I was also impressed by the pictures taken.

Will post them up soon when the images are with me. For the fun of it, here are my (berlapok) pre-wedding photoshoot pictures. Hehehehe.

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9 months of pure matrimonial bliss on this 15th. And I thought, counting down to the wedding was fast. Marriage life is sure kicking in fast ..and furious! :p