I proudly announce that my husband has succeeded fighting dengue fever and now recovering. He was admitted into hospital for 4 days and 3 nights and it was a hell of a time for me and my family. What can you imagine? Alone with 2 toddlers and a 2 month-old baby, nights of sleepless night, trips to hospital everyday, I thought I was going to die of fatigue, but I didn’t. God gave me this test because He knew I was capable to face it. Please don’t hate me because I think I am a superwoman. *blergghhh. I wanted to write more about it but I just can’t do that. His lowest platelet count was 19 and that was crucial. Alhamdulillah. He’s recuperating now and resting. Thank you for the well wishes from friends and family and especially to my mom who prayed hard for me day and night.
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I’m not sure whether it is the parents that spoiled their kids too much or the art of teaching these days that cause a burden to the kids. Last year we discovered that our Form 3 nephew was cut classes for a week for so many weeks after the teacher sent a letter to his parents by postage to their home address telling the parents to come to the school to discuss on the matter. It took them by surprise that as far they can remember, the father sent him everyday without a miss. It turned out that, after some interrogation with the son, he purposely wait until the father drive through and went to the cyber café near the school and loitering there until school hour ends and wait for the father to pick him up. When the parents asked why did he do that, he said the Ustaz, also a Discipline teacher was giving a hard time in school and he just can’t stand the pressure and ponteng instead.
At first I thought the father will ground the son and marah like crazy as many weeks of ponteng sekolah is a no laughing matter. It turned out that, when the father went to see the Headmaster with the company of the Ustaz, the father begged them to stop whatever they are doing to his son as his son can’t stand so much pressure due to his eye injury years ago. Eye? Got scolded by ustaz? I know eye things got something to do with the brain, but getting spot questions from Ustaz will give him a migraine? Didn’t it because he wasn’t ready or he wasn’t study at all? Fortunately, after the incident, the Ustaz simply ignore this kid. Lantak ko la. Yang nak ambik peksa ko, bukan aku.
I remember when I was in my secondary school, our discipline teacher was a very huge man, not to mention hairy too. I forgot what subject he teaches during that time but we used to make fun of him behind his back calling him names and etc. But he was a very nice man and diplomatic. Not that his physically convinced to be a Discipline teacher, but also a thoughtful person. No, I never go to detention class whatchamacallit during my years but my kid brother did. He gave my brother so many chances to change but he just slipped it away and keeps on cutting classes and later, he got suspended from school and soon, kicked out.
Well, that’s the story to tell because I love school. I got to eat at variety of canteens, staying back at school and do nothing, gossiping about other student/teachers, exchange info about celebrities, got to read Galaxie magazines at auntie’s stationery shop next to the school, got to hang around at the bus station and watch people. Err did I mention belajar or not? Hehe. School days were hell to some people but I like the environment. I really miss school. Please stop me from really buying that Converse-inspired kasut sekolah that I saw at Bata that day.
Randomfact: When you are so tired of school, you pray for it to be over and wanted to get hell out of your town to study in college/uni and meeting the love of your life, when you are in uni, you hate your dictator-like lecturers and wanted to grad as soon as possible to feel what its like to have your own income, when you get bored of working life and being single, you wanted to get marry and to have your own kids, and later when you already got husband and kids, you get tired and really wish you were in school now doing some experiment with penunu bunsen. Ironic, isn’t it? *yawn*
*skulah is Umar’s version of school campur sekolah
I remembered when I was doing my last minute shopping for the newborn, I was stumbled upon this cute little orange/brown cotton blouse at Sogo. It was so gorgeous, so feminine and the most important is, it was so me. I would wear it if it comes in my size. I picked it, touched it, looked for a suitable size, hesitate and put it back. Later, I came back, touched it, and put it back. I remember I did it for a few times. My instinct told me it could be a girl this time. But my mind manipulated telling me the opposite based on crappy hypothesis. So ended up buying a bold fuchsia red two-panel curtain instead for the bedroom.
Next thing I know, on the next morning, I delivered a 3.74kg healthy, pinky, hefty baby girl. I got a leak at 4am, change, and wait half an hour to make sure there’s a mild contractions and it’s the time so my husband won’t marah me if we found out that that was me wetting my pants early in the morning. When I hundred percent sure I was about to go to labor, I woke him up, eat some peanut butter sandwiches while he went to heat up the car, called my sister in law to look after the kids and took a shower. I bid tata to my mother in law and went to labor at 7am. At 7.53am, Embun Madinah made her first appearance and already cranky when the misi (that’s what my mom called nurses) shoved her to my empty breast to feed her. Everything went well alhamdullillah thanks to my husband yang mengampunkan semua dosa-dosa saya yang degil dan kadang-kadang melawan cakap dan sebagainya.
I was discharged on the same evening. Gosh I have to shield the baby from Ali everytime when he is around. It’s so tough to have a 20-months toddler and a baby in house. He pinch legs, tekan perut, tolak kepala and what not to Cik Embun. I must say the situation is critical mayday, mayday. Until this article is written, he never gets bored to upset me with his antics. Sigh. Like my mom said, sabor je lar..sementara nak besor…How I wish for it,mom.
Moral of this post, follow your instinct. Buy that cute little orange/brown cotton blouse at Sogo. The hell with people with crappy hypothesis.
Here is Cik Embun’s snapshots from birth to recent. I know its lame posting tons of pictures of your baby in blog, but what the hell, its my blog and I want to share with you guys, my favourite people. Peace and hugs.
Fresh from oven. Yummy.
Few days after.
Group photo, whatever. Aku nak tido.
All ready for my warm bath.
Me tiny. Me know.
Well, that explains.
It is tough to be the only daughter. Sigh. Apa-apa jer la korang buat kat aku..
And tougher to be the only sister..to a brother who likes to wear my spender..
But you guys rock. Rock la sangat..
Wow! How time flies. Here, Embun Madinah makes her first appearance in mummy’s merapu blog. (Jia, the CPU can be considered as total lost. Motherboard kaput terus). Will update here more later.
Ok, see you later alligator!
Oh my, Emila tagged me this yonk ago guess that I’m damn bz with the handover kerja thingy before my long leave and totally forgotten about it.
Semuanya dalam Bahasa Melayu, jadinya saya jawab dalam Bahasa Melayu juga.
1. Adakah anda rasa anda hot?
Bergantung. Kalau hot bermaksud panas, sekarang saya rasa sejuk jer sebab kat luar hujan. Kalau hot yang dimaksudkan hot hot, saya rasa saya hot. Tapi sekadar hot untuk suami saya lar….
2.Upload gambar kegemaran anda
3. Cerita pasal gambar?
Anak-anak sedara tayang duit raya sambil makan gula-gula lollipop. Cute sangat. Sekarang semua dah besar-besar boleh jadi bapak orang dah.
4.Bila kali terakhir makan pizza?
Sama la kita Emila, 2-3 bulan lepas. Tu pun sebab morning sickness. Pizza H** kat Ampang Park perkhidmatannya amat menghampakan. Sekali tu ada pelanggan siap campak pinggan ngan sudu sebab marah sangat.
5. Lagu terakhir yang anda dengar?
Stone Temple Pilots - Interstate Love Song (dari MP3 player office saya yang dah lama tak update)
6. Apa yang anda buat selain menyelesaikan tag ini?
Di antara menaip dan pegang perut sebab bayi saya menendang tulang rusuk saya. Adus!
7. Selain nama sendiri anda dipanggil nama apa?
Ida, Makcik, Khemy
8. Tag lagi 6 orang
i) Poe
ii) Kechik
iii) Suhida
iv) Jia
v) Yummy Mummy
vi) Ken
9. Siapakah orang No.1 pada anda?
Kawan sekelas dan dia dulu pengawas tau. Sekarang duduk Singapore. Tapi tak kiasu, seh…
10.Kata sesuatu mengenai orang no 5
Member sekelas jugak. Dia pun takder kat sini. Kerja kat Mesir.
11. No.3 ada hubungan dengan siapa?
Suhida dah kawin. Ada hubungan intim dengan suami dia lar…
12. Bagaimana pula orang no.4?
Jumpa dalam blogosphere. Tak pernah jumpa bersemuka lagi. Mungkin satu hari nanti….
13. Pesanan kepada orang no 6.?
Hai Ken. Kerja-kerja jugak, tapi updatelah belog anda. (dan buat tag ni)
p/s: saya akan start cuti esok. Saya mungkin online dari rumah tapi semua tu bergantung kepada Emila sebab CPU saya ada kat rumah dia. Kakakaka.
Time flies so fast and its hard to believe that Umar turns 3 today. Yes, three, tiga, trois, tres. I still remember, despite all the difficulties that I faced during the first pregnancy, he came out all wrinkly and happy baby of 3kg, at 3am, with head diameter 33cm. What a coincidence. We almost got ‘arrested’ to stay in hospital for another day as he was suspected jaundice but it turned out the blood test was negative and we got released in the evening.
I should say it was quite a labor as I was induced to labor as I was 10 days passed the due date. I got poked with the induce med thingy twice as Umar still refused to get out as he got all comfy in my womb. But after 12 hours he surrendered and ready to get out. I still remember it was Thursday wee morning. That was also the day I was born.
At 3 months. Isn’t he the cutest thing?
At 6 months. Much more cuter. (sapa lagi nak puji kalau bukan mak sendiri)
13 months. Already showing off his true colors. Hmmm..
2 1/2 year old. All geared up as Spiderman. (notice Ali kat tepi jadi pengikut setia)
3 years old. As lovely big brother (and sometimes a bully too).
He’s quite a chatterbox in a making. Besides us teaching him how to make a proper sentences, he also takes time teaching his little brother to say a simple words and some dialog in Ultraman Tiga DVD too like “Daigo” (the GUTS member who eventually become the legendary Ultraman Tiga after turned himself into a cahaya)’, and to our surprise “tak guna”. Boleh? It turned out that that is the most common word the GUTS members been using when the raksasa gets away. Remind me to write a complain letter to the manufacturer.
He’s also into Ben10 (whose kids aren’t?), Spiderman 3 (the venom spiderman), Ironman, Masked Rider Kabuto, Power Rangers and I can’t think anything else now cause I’m really hungry. He really can sing though but slightly with nasal voice. Don’t know why. Memang sengau bunyiknyer. But he can carry a tune very well.
Today we are going to take him out. Nothing fancy but we are going to tell him today is his special day (I have to come to work today as a have some more things to do before my maternity leave which is a day after tomorrow).
I feel sorry for him because as a barely 3 year old kid, he already has 2 little adik to take care of and also learning to share and have to put up with the little adiks antics and all. I’ll try to give all my love and affection in the world to him as I could. Happy 3rd Birthday, kiddo.
UPDATE
How far along? 37 Weeks. 21 Days to go.
Total weight gain/loss: Definitely under 80kg :P
Sleep: 30% tossing left and right and sitting up and lying down, simpul biawak, simpul mengkarung and what ‘knot’.
Best moment this week: Best moment dah berakhir when painful Braxton hicks takes over.
Movement: Slower and slower.
Food cravings: It’s over. Me almost there ok.
Gender: Could be a girl. Entah. Maybe. I don’t mind.
Labor Signs: Swollen feet and pelvic discomfort and pressure omigod *&*(^*&^.
Belly Button in or out? In (and ugly)
Stretch Mark: Say what??
What I miss: Being comfortable ever.
What I am looking forward to: Tidur meniarap and main tali skipping. Kidding.
Weekly Wisdom: Vegetate in bed/sofa and do nothing. :P
Most uttered sentence this week: On the way. Are you intending to send me flowers? If not so please shut up! (ayat terakhir sekadar hiasan)
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How I wish my delivery was in October so that I can skip doing appraisal, individual balance scorecard that gives headache, next year’s budget, department punya scorecard, and the list goes on. Huhuhu..And sending the kids balik kg temporarily so that I can have some really good rest before labor and confinement.
Guys what happened to the plea by Datuk Shahrizat to ask ministry to grant 80 days paid maternity leave? Senyap jer? I need 80 days so that I can have enough time to lose weight. Kidding. No lah. So that I can breastfeed spare some more time with the newborn before going back to work. (imagine leakage during meeting/dalam lift/tengah tapau nasik/cakap ngan colleague..eewww).
K lah folks. Be good. I got some physical issues to attend (like trips to the loo :P).
When I was ‘nesting’ last weekend, I found these stack of pictures of our trip to Zoo Negara with Umar last year when I was pregnant with Ali. I think I was about 6-7 months pregnant that time. That was Umar’s first trip to the zoo and he was 1 and half years old. Unfortunately the pictures album was hidden somewhere under the damped newspapers and it was taken using the SLR camera that I don’t have it in digital. So in order to restore the quite ruined pictures, I scanned those pics and make some ‘fixing’ to the damages. So, here they are, Umar’s First Trip to the Zoo, that I forgot to blog about, last year (now I remember why, because I was busy having another baby…boooo).
Selamat Hari Raya! Eh..Selamat Datang la…
Bagi makan gajah. Murah. Singgit jer tebu..
“Pilih, pilih…Cipann dan rusa ker, singa dan harimau?”
“Well hello En. Zirafah!”
Gajah Malaysia
Pelanduk
“Ok, tu jer untuk kali ini Siri Bercakap Dengan Haiwan. Kita jumpa lagi..Babai”
For those who have never been to Zoo Negara, you can the info such as opening hours and rates, getting there map, E-brochures and etc from their official website www.zoonegara.org.my. You can also wiki Zoo Negara here. Zoo Negara is a non-governmental organization that survives mainly through its gate collection and sponsorship from individuals, schools and corporate companies. To help the cute animals there, you can sponsor or adopt them by maintaining its annual food, enrichment and veterinary care. In return you will receive tax exemption on the amount you have sponsor and should you cover the complete cost, they will even put up a sponsorship plaque at a minimal fee.
There a numbers of them like Bobo the Bornean Orangutan, Melman the Giraffe, Motomoto the Badak Air (“the name so nice you say it twice – Madagascar 2”) and many more (okay, actually I made up the names) that ready for adoption. But unfortunately, all tigers are adopted. Should get one tiny tiger cub for Umar and Ali.
We will definitely will go back there and this time with Ali on tow (minus the little one).
Fakta Benar: Do you know that P. Ramlee’s famous movie, Masam-masam Manis was shoot in Zoo Negara. The lake scene where Cik Rokiah waiting for Cikgu Shaari for a first date and the after. Yes, folks, that was the Zoo Negara’s lake, now a home of hundreds of Phoenicopterus ruber (what else, the flamingos of course)
Emila will turn four zero soon and she’s giving out this cute handmade Miss Little Red & Green Ridinghood.
“I want Emila’s cute handmade dolly because the colors are perfect for the coming Christmas and also as gift for my lovely December baby girl that on her way. We wish Emila Happy Birthday and hope she lives healthy, long and true”
Okay, I’m done here. Beat that folks!
Advice for women who are too pregnant to function anymore:
Inevitably your husband will come home to find you unable to move under the weight of this gigantic fetus you are carrying and will want to know why the house is a mess and dinner isn’t made and then you’ll want to stab him because this is all his fault but you don’t have the energy to find a clean knife.
And you’ll want to explain how completely exhausting being pregnant is but men never understand so whenever Victor would say “How can you be tired? You hardly did anything today!” I’d respond, “I made someone’s ear canals today. Inside my stomach. Without even using my hands. What did you do today? Paperwork? God, how exhausting. I MADE SOMEONE’S NERVOUS SYSTEM.” Then my husband would walk away, suitably impressed. Or scared. Either way he left me alone. And this is how you have a successful marriage.
From Jenny the Bloggess via Thoughts of Pregnancy by Designmom.
Khemy: But close your eyes and imagine heavy pregnant me with 2 boys hitting each other all the time, playing hide and seek in the wardrobe drawers, I repeat drawers, climbing here and there, and the list goes on..oh..and no maid!! Thank you very much.
My heart goes out to Indonesian earthquake victims. Too sad to blog about it. Too weak to read the news and see the pictures. Aku doakan diaorang semua redha atas apa yang terjadi kat diaorang. Allah lebih mengetahui.
Picture Credit: World Wide Web
First, announcement: I won’t disappoint sapa-sapa yang wanted to invite me to their open house. Insyaallah saya akan cuba datang despite jadual yang ketat dan serang. Huhu.
My Raya wasn’t so bad. Seems like I put on 1kg overnight. LOL. People started flocking at my front yard as early as 9pm. I hardly have a proper raya family picture. So I passed the morning raya picture. The kids? Wow! (sigh) Hyper as ever. Ali cracked (unfortunately cracked here means have to replace the whole thing) the car’s passenger mirror on the 4th raya night and bumped to bleed his forehead on the 5th raya. How ‘cool’ were that? He accidently knocked his forehead at the edge of one stair and it was bleeding like hell and we were panicked like hell too and rushed him to nearby clinic. Luckily no stitches required. Thank you Allah. Actually clinic did not accept under 2 year old baby with a bleeding head or forehead or anything that seems to do with head being knocked afraid there are concussion or whatsoever and advised us to bring him to the hospital instead for further x-ray and check up. But when she looked at the wound, no stitches required and Ali has calmed down a little. She just prescribed an antibiotic and pain killer and cleaned the wound and asked us to look for a signs of vomiting or sudden change of behavior like blur, doesn’t respond when being called or things like that. Alhamdullillah, he was err..climbing and dancing and screaming as usual on that night. Phew..what a relieve…
Cermin kereta yang tak berdosa.
Ali with bandage yang hanya kekal duk kat situ selama 30 minit sahaja.
Sila undi: Wajarkah Ali dipakaikan topi keledar keselamatan walaupun ketika bermain di dalam rumah? (After pic. Note the dried wound on the forehead)
Raising 2 boys about a same age is not easy my friend. I’m so tired. My husband also tired. I so need a maid, but not Indonesian. (Have you guys read about the maid that actually peed on the family’s drinking water? Horror ok…). I’m getting slower at 31 weeks. You can hear me yelling at my kids because I don’t have the energy to get up and save them from being fall down, or refrain things from tumbling down on them or from playing with the ‘things that cannot be played as a toys’ etc. Je suis pardon MIL, I rather yell than watching my kids hurt. (because she said I yell too much). At least yelling will keep them at halt and it helps a lot for info. But please bare with the kids yelling at you back and sometimes at them each other LOL. There’s nothing I can do. Advising on parenthood is cheap, the one who experiencing it knows best, okay. Hope I’m not turning into barred owl in the near future.
But I am thankful for having such a great healthy bright boys. ‘Memang berbaloi’.
Jalan-jalan cari pasal. Eh, jalan-jalan raya ramai-ramai. Dem I looked huge in this pic.
Ya-ya sisterhood.
Bapa dan anak macam sengal jer kat rumah orang..
16 September 1999, I walked into the tiny studio with my green mascara matching my green outfit (please, questions on green mascara won’t be attended). That was the first day I met Emila, who was a multimedia executive that time, greeted me nonchalantly and showed me my desk at the corner and continued with what ever she was doing that time. My workstation consist an old PC and one Canon scanner. My first day went well with not much vivid memories that I can remember. Blame it on the weed consumption when I was doing my chemotherapy (tipu!).
Emila was my confidante during my stint as multimedia assistant in company X. Practically my first 2 years of life in Company X was overwhelmed with so much fun and laughter not to mention tears. Eventhough my daily routine in the studio were reading newspaper, scan news, distribute news, sometimes scan pictures for Emila, and sometimes an honorary one such as edit picture in Illustrator to be put in an press ad were a tad boring and repetitive, I was enjoying every moment there because there were so much food involved in the work line (we were in Corporate Communications Dept), traveling to various states for product launches and my favourite was I got to be Emila’s specimen to test lenses, lighting, composition whatever all the time because she’s handling the camera. *giggle*. And trust me I got a stack of pictures of some with decent poses and some were ridiculous too.
Oh, I forget to mention that I was quite a hefty woman back then. See it for yourself. :P
Me at the front like dugong kenyang.
In one of the makan-makan session.
Also in one of the makan-makan session.
And..ehem..makan again. Dinner at KL Tower Restoran Berputar (whatever they called it) welcoming Guinea delegates.
Road trip. Masa ni I dah kurus sikit, sebab bencinta, jangan marah.
My hujung-hujung days in Corporate Comm. They replaced me with someone handsome and experienced (not the guy in the picture. Obviously dia tak hensem).
(Pictures taken by: Various people in the office)
Then I was transferred to Special Projects/African Operations Unit in 19th floor. The department lagi awesome. Less makan-makan but more traveling. I cannot elaborate much about my work in Special Projects because this post is about Emila, remember?
I missed Emila’s wedding in March 2002 as I was away in West Africa for 3 months but I was around when she had her first miscarriage. I was around when she got promoted in her job. She was around when I met my husband then boyfriend. In fact she was in the picture all the time. Hehe. I was around when she was pregnant with Yassin, and the ending of our close proximity (bukan khalwat, being close physically) is when she had given birth to Yassin on December 2003 where that was the time I took VSS and we led separate ways after that. We met occasionally catching up old things but things are different when we have commitments like err..family. We may not be seeing each other often but in our heart we still aware of each other’s existence.
To Emi, I’m not a good story teller, but I really want to make this post because this date really matter to me. It’s also the date that I entered workinghood. 10 years is quite a long time, ok. Kalau tanam pokok mangga dah jenuh makan buanhya dah. Tapi kalau pokok anggur tak pasti plak. And please bare with the old photos, aku pun gemuks dalam tu. Cheers to our one decade of relationship.
