Setahun yang lepas, ye, pada tarikh yang sama, aku sedang bekerja keras menyiapkan kerja ofis di hospital, sementara menanti esok paginya untuk melahirkan seorang bayi perempuan bernama Khayla. Sila baca di sini.


Nampak sangat kan aku tak rajin update blog? Ada ke citer setahun lepas baru nak muntahkan kat sini?? Tak patut, tak patut...


Tapi, tak kira! Nak citer jugak! Sebelum aku lupa buat selama-lamanya, biarlah aku citer kan jugak pengalaman setahun lepas tu. Hehe.


So selepas aku siapkan kerja-kerja ofis pada pukul 2.30pagi, aku simpan laptop dan baring di katil hospital 5 star tu. Syok betul baring di katil hospital, sebab ada remote control boleh nak tegakkan atau flat kan katil tu, terpulang keselesaan. Maklum la, sejak pregnancy dah sarat, sakit pinggang menjadi-jadi, dan tido adalah mission impossible. So bila dapat katil yang boleh adjust sesuka hati, aku rasa kagoms dan heaven! En Suami dan lama dibuai mimpi di katil sofa sebelah. Dengan kedinginan aircond dan keempukan katil tu aku pun tertido selama 2 jam lebih.


Seawal jam 5 pagi, nurse dah kejutkan aku sebab nak pasang alat yang boleh detect contraction dan dengar heartbeat baby. Walaupun aku mamai, aku bangun la jugak untuk allow dieorang pasang mesin tu. Lepas tu, layan la dengar heartbeat baby selepas sekian lama tak dengar. So far, memang takde contraction pun sebab aku sepatutnya due 2 minggu lagi.


Pukul 6 pagi, dieorang remove benda tu dari perut aku, dan aku pun bangun untuk solat Subuh. Lepas tu dah tak tido. Sebab. Aku start rasa cuak. Cuak nya nak beranak first time nih!


Yang menambahkan rasa cuak, family aku sorang pun takde temankan aku (kecuali En Suami Terchenta la, kalau dia pun tak de memang lagi syahdu la aku! Tak de beza dengan budak2 yang beranak sorang diri tepi longkang tu kan. Huhu...). Kami kan sebatang kara je, so terpaksa la terima hakikat tu. Mak aku pulak tak dapat datang temankan aku last minute sebab nak sambut ketibaan ayah aku baru balik dari Mekah. Dugaan...


Pukul 7.30pagi sepatutnya aku dah ditolak masuk ke wad pembedahan. Nurse dah suruh aku salin baju untuk operate, dan aku pun dah duduk di sofa tunggu ditolak keluar je dari bilik tu. Sempat la kami hubby & wife amik gambar terakhir berdua sekeluarga - lepas operate ni, bertambahlah ahli keluarga kami. Sementara tunggu tu jugak, sempat rakam video anakku bergerak-gerak di dalam perut - aik, baby pun cuak ke? (Ye, memang dia cuak, sebab dia boleh pusing 180 darjah, jadi posisi dia dah beralih masa tengah operate tuh!)


Pukul 8.15pagi cenggitu, barulah nurse-nurse datang dan suruh aku naik ke katil aku. Dah setel, dieorang tolak katil tu keluar bilik. Masa tu dah rasa excited - woah, tak sangka dalam beberapa jam aku akan dapat menatap wajah si kecil yang selama 9 bulan membesar dalam perut aku! Rindu tau!


Suami Terchenta follow je kami, tapi bila dah sampai ke operation theater (OT), nurse suruh dia tunggu di luar sementara dieorang siapkan aku untuk pembedahan. For 15 minutes more or less, aku tunggu sorang-sorang dalam wad tu. Tak lama kemudian, seorang doktor Cina datang untuk explain prosedur anesthetic yang aku dah pilih malam sebelumnya (pergh, boleh pilih kau, sama ada nak epidural atau spinal block). Tentu2 aku pilih spinal block sebab ngeri tengok jarum epidural yang besar masa antenatal class dulu!


Lepas tu, dieorang angkat aku ke operation table dan sorong aku ke operation theater. Baru nak settle down, anesthetist tu datang dan suruh aku duduk dalam keadaan membongkok sedikit ke depan. Perasaan? Cuak dan takut! For a few minutes, dia dok tekan2 kat tulang belakang bahagian pinggang - geli pun ada, sakit pun ada gak. Bila dia wipe kat bahagian dia nak cucuk tu, terasa sejuk je kat situ (dah la bilik operation tu memang sejuk!). Bila dia cucuk tu, aku tersentak sekejap - sakit plus terkejut tiba-tiba. Woah, jangan main2, saraf tunjang tau. Doktor suruh aku jangan gerak, pas tu dia pun inject la ubat pelali kat situ.


Dalam beberapa saat je, aku start terasa lain macam je - kaki aku mula hilang rasa. Aku sempat gelak dan cakap kat doktor, 'My legs are going to sleep!' dan seminit kemudian, aku tak rasa apa-apa kat bahagian pinggang ke bawah. Mulanya aku rasa funny (ye rasa macam janggal pun ada, lucu pun ada). Tapi, tiba-tiba aku rasa nak amik nafas tu macam cukup2 je - doktor tu dah warning dah, paru2 aku separuh mungkin akan kebas jugak. Dah aku tercungap2 macam ikan kat darat. Nurse yang standby tu bagi aku topeng oksigen, tapi bagi aku tak membantu langsung.


Lepas tu, the same doctor insert pulak drip kat tangan kiri. Aku tahan je la kan. Bila dah settle semua, gynae aku pun masuk. Dia tanya kabar semua, dan kemudian mula la set up alat-alat pembedahan. Tak lama lepas tu, Suami Terchenta pulak masuk, siap pakai baju scrub. Bila aku nampak Suami Terchenta, aku rasa lega sangat dia temankan aku dalam bilik operation tu.


Disebabkan nurse dan pasang langsir daripada separuh dada ke bawah, maka aku tak nampaklah pembedahan dah bermula. Suami Terchenta sibuk amik video, dan tak jawab langsung pertanyaan aku bila aku tanya doktor tengah buat apa. Tau-tau, aku rasa pressure yang kuat sangat sampai menghimpit paru-paru aku, beberapa kali. Masa tu, aku ingatkan gynae tengah betul-betulkan posisi baby ke apa, rupa-rupanya dia dah operate pun, dan tengah cari kepala baby untuk ditarik keluar. Maklumlah, anak aku dah cuak kan, so posisi dia dah beralih dari masa scan dulu.


Tiba-tiba, Suami Terchenta duduk di kerusi sebelah aku sambil letak kepala di katil. Aku yang terpinga-pinga start tanya apa yang dah berlaku? Tak lama lepas tu, aku dengar doktor memberi salam, 'Asalamualaikum!' dan suara tangisan yang ditunggu-tunggu berkumandang.


Finally! Bahagia, teruja, pure happiness. Sebut la semua perasaan tu, semua ada dalam hati aku masa tu. Mendengar suara Khayla for the first time adalah magical moments for me. Aku jadi sebak lalu mula menangis. Suami Terchenta (aku masih susah nak maafkan dia sebab pengsan pada saat-saat penting tu!) tengah pitam, kalau tak dah lama aku suruh dia amik gambar Khayla di baby cot. Bila doktor bawak Khayla ke depan mata aku, aku terasa nak peluk cium dan tak nak lepaskan dia, tapi apakan daya sebelah tangan ada drip, sebelah lagi ada finger monitor. Aku cuma sempat cium wajah Khayla sepuas-puasnya sebelum doktor bawak Khayla pergi.


Suami Terchenta pulak dah dibawak keluar oleh nurse untuk sambung pengsan di katil yang dah standby kat luar bilik operation. Tinggallah aku keseorangan, tunggu doktor habis jahit tempat C-section tu. Entah camane, lepas beberapa minit, aku mula rasa lenguh dan sakit teramat sangat di bahu kanan. Bila aku bagitau kat doktor anesthetist tu, dia kata it's normal. Body aku detect ada injury tapi tak tau kat mana (sebab dah kebas kena inject pelali), so the pain signal tu 'park' la kat mana2 yang tak kena bius tu (kat bahu aku la).


Aku rasa sangat tak selesa, tapi En Suami takde pulak di sisi tolong picitkan bahu yang sakit tu. Terpaksalah aku tahan je sakit tu sampai la doktor dah habis jahit luka. Tapi bila doktor dah pergi, aku tetiba rasa boleh gerakkan jari kaki. Adeh. Itu bermakna ubat bius dah nak kehabisan, padahal masih lagi dalam operating theater! Aiyoh.


Lepas tu, aku disorong ke bilik recovery, di mana ada a few pesakit yang baru keluar dari bilik operation ditempatkan. Di situ, dieorang akan pantau keadaan pesakit, kalau dah nampak stabil, dieorang akan release dan boleh balik ke bilik masing-masing. Kalau tak, masuk la semula dalam bilik bedah kot. Aku terpaksa tunggu kat situ selama 1 jam. Tak tau kenapa, badan aku mula rasa sejuk teramat sangat sampai menggigil-gigil. Pinggang aku pun lenguh dan sakit, mungkin sebab baring terlentang agak lama (ya lah, sebelum ni aku mana tido terlentang dengan perut yang sarat, mau rasa nak patah pinggang gamaknya). Tapi, aku asyik terkenangkan baby yang baru lahir tu, kalau aku banyak komplen nanti lambat la aku nak discharge dari recovery room tu. So, aku cuma bagitau doktor bius untuk tambahkan dos ubat tahan sakit sebab aku dah mula rasa pedih di bahagian kena bedah tu, dan duduk diam-diam tunggu sejam tu berlalu.


Lepas sejam barulah aku ditolak semula ke bilik aku. Masa tu, aku tak sabar-sabar nak jumpa Suami Terchenta, nak mengadu betapa sakitnya lepas kena bedah kengkononnya. Tapi, masuk je bilik tu, tak de sapa2. Huhu. T_T


Sebaik je nurse dah betul-betulkan apa-apa yang patut, aku laju je mintak supaya dieorang bawak baby ke bilik. Tak sabar betul aku nak tengok wajah si kecik tu.


Dalam 15 minit aku tunggu, barulah pintu diketuk dan nurse sorong baby cot ke dalam bilik. Masa tu aku dah dengar si Khayla meraung2 (ya, dia memang kuat meraung). Nurse kata dia lapar. Bila tengok muka dia sekali lagi, aku rasa syahdu sangat tak boleh describe perasaan terharu bila first time jadi mak ni. Mulalah air mata tumpah sekali lagi, sampai nurse kata, 'Sudah la tu, kan baby dah ada ni...'


Aku ambik, peluk, cium sepuas-puasnya pipi si kecik tu. Lepas tu, nurse ajar camane nak bagi susu badan. Yalah, first time jadi mak ni, nak keluarkan susu sendiri pun tak reti. Apa lagi nak ajar baby camane nak menyusu. So, memang berterima kasih la kat nurse2 PCMC yang sabar melayan karenah kami sepanjang seminggu kat hospital - dengan si Khayla yang taknak menyusu sebab demam kuning, mak dia yang tak cukup tido sebab asyik kena ulang-alik pegi ke nursery nak bagi dia susu tapi dia tido pulak...


Citer pasal breastfeeding ni, memang aku akui first time tu memang kekok dan mencabar. For the first 3 days, memang tak banyak susu keluar. Paling banyak pun, sesudu dua je. Kalau aku tak pegi kelas antenatal dan tak dengar ceramah pasal breastfeeding, memang laju je akan mintak Suami Terchenta beli susu formula untuk top up.


Tapi sebab dah attend kelas tu, aku tau baby baru lahir memang perut dia kecik je, sesudu susu tu dah cukup mengenyangkan dia. Sebab tu dia hisap sekejap je, then dia sambung tido.


Then by hari ke 4-5, aku terasa breast bengkak sangat, sakit sampai rasa nak demam! For first time seumur hidup, aku tengok breastpump elektrik. Bila aku pam, dapat la 1-2oz susu, which nurse simpan buat stok untuk spoonfeed Khayla (sebab dia tak pandai feed directly lagi). By the time kiteorang discharge dari hospital, si Khayla dan mak dia masih lagi kekok nak breastfeed, so biasa aku akan pam / express susu dan bagi dalam botol susu. After 2 weeks (dan juga lepas pam manual patah, menyebabkan kiteorang terpaksa beli Medela double pump secara emergency), barulah production susu bertambah dengan banyaknya. Alhamdulillah :)


So back to story pada hari kelahiran Khayla. 


Lepas nurse guide Khayla camane nak minum, sekejap je bayi tu dah kenyang dan sambung tido. Nurse letak dia kat dalam baby cot dan tinggalkan kami untuk berehat. Lepas tu baru la Encik Suami Terchenta masuk - alkisahnya lepas dia bangun dari pengsan, doktor tak bagi dia masuk balik dalam OT takut dia pengsan sekali lagi.


Maka, dia pun pegi la breakfast kat ground floor sementara tunggu operation berakhir. Tau2 Wife Terchenta dan anak dah dihantar ke bilik. 


Encik Suami Terchenta yang tak penah pegang baby baru lahir tu, memberanikan diri nak dukung Khayla yang tengah nyenyak tido untuk diiqamatkan. Then, aku suruh dia ambik kurma kat tepi katil untuk tahnik kan budak kecik tu. Selesai semuanya, kiteorang sama2 menatap wajah si kecik dengan perasaan bahagia dan kagoms. Ya, jadi parents kepada bayi baru lahir ialah satu perasaan yang mengkagoms kan.


Begitulah kisah kelahiran Khayla Junaidi. Permata cantik dalam hidup kami. Terima kasih ya Allah, sebab mengurniakan anak secantik dan sebaik dia :)
Woke up this morning feeling not so well-rested. Hubby had crashed next to us after burning the midnight oil finishing his report. Khayla was already awake and doing her favorite activity - standing and holding to the bed head. Thinking to tease her, I shifted over to hubby and cuddled up to him - and as expected, Khayla felt left out and started to crawl over and try to get between us. She is such a jealous baby. Camane la nak ada adik ni?

Morning activity is the same. Prepared porridge for my little girl (broccoli, carrot and blended anchovies), and while waiting for it to cook, bathed her. Khayla soon started to crawl after me and whine for food after her bath - so I gave her a plate of chopped banana which she contentedly ate and afterwards, played with while sitting in her baby chair. After she had had enough of banana, I scooped some porridge and we settled down in front of the idiot box watching Babytv while having a proper breakfast.

Hubby had to leave for a group discussion and there was just the two of us to continue with the day. After finishing her porridge, she nuzzled closer for a cuddle and a round of breastfeeding session. After she dozed off, I put her down and went to hand wash her clothes - then put them for a spin in the washing machine. By that time, Khayla had woken up only to find Mommy is not around. It was already 12pm, I scooped her up and then brought her to the guest room to iron our clothes - we were going to a kenduri kahwin in Bukit Damansara.

After that, I had to leave Khayla by herself while I took a quick shower. She was in full tantrum mode by the time I was done, and yet I could not pick her up because I had to: 1) put on my clothes, 2) re-heat her porridge, 3) prepare a bottle of formula milk for the journey, 4) store the warm porridge in a container for the journey 5) pack her bag, 6) put on some makeup and my headscarf, 7) put everything in a carrier bag ready for the trip. After all was done, then only I picked up my crying little girl and changed her into a matching outfit ;)

Then we went down to the car, but once I had settled Khayla in her car seat, I couldn't find the GPS holder - then I remembered it was on the fridge (dammit!). So I made a quick dash (it was drizzling some more!) back to home (with Khayla) to fetch the GPS holder, and also to fetch her dummy. After she was settled down for the second time in her seat, I noticed that one of her sandals is missing. So it was a third trip to trace the sandal (without Khayla this time). By the time I went back to the car, my little girl was crying - again.

All set and done, we drove off to our first destination - the petrol station to fill up on fuel. Then, to the gift shop to get a wedding gift. After all that needed to be done was completed, then we set off.

It was lucky that I simulated the journey before we went for the trip because most of the journey, the GPS was not working. It is the stupidest GPS navigator I've ever invested in (it's called Papago, installed on iPhone 4). So I had to rely on my memory to reach the destination, based on the journey simulation.

We reached there at almost 2pm, Khayla had fallen asleep in the car after a bottle of milk and a nibble on a biscuit (she dozed off while holding the biscuit - such a dear sight). Getting out of the car while holding the baby, a bag and the gift was a chore - luckily I got a parking close to the entrance.

Khayla was hungry when she woke up and she ate a good deal of her porridge. After the wedding, she was in a better mood and she fell asleep again during the journey back. We decided to stop by at a bakery to order her first birthday cake this coming 15th. Gosh, I get teary-eyed whenever I think of my little baby who is growing up into a little girl. I wished we could spend a lot more time because I never get tired of my little baby.

We reached home at almost 4pm. By that time, I was tired and my hands were aching. After settling down a bit, we both took an afternoon nap - such a wonderful nap it was!

Never will I venture out of the house with only the two of us - it's too tiring! So, how's your weekend, my friends? :)
Okay, I'm going to admit something. I hate BabyTV. But I love it (for Khayla's sake). And I hate it too. Strange, eh? Khayla only stops wriggling and resisting any attempts to feed her when the channel is turned on. She'll go into this zombie mode - glassy eyes absorbing the Hippa Hippa Hey or Oliver the Discoverer or whatever, and her mouth automatically opening without even seeing the spoon reaching her mouth. Then she'll chew chew chew (or if there's a baby song playing, her mouth will stay still full of food, and when the song is over then only she'll start chewing) without even tasting the food.

If I'm in my easy-peasy Mommy mode, I simply can't thank BabyTV enough for keeping my precious occupied while I hurriedly feed her, or zoom around the house getting things done. But most of the time, I prefer that she crawls around, exploring and learning rather than become a tv addict. So, there. The story of my love-hate feeling with BabyTV.

Talking about Khayla, she has been feeling rather unwell for the past few days. It started when I had to travel overnight to KK. I thought it'd be fine - she had started on formula milk a couple of weeks now so no issue of milk supply like last time. In fact, when we were Skype-ing, Khayla did not even bother to look at me frantically waving and calling out her name. She was just busy with the remote control or the tv console (do you know that babies her age are busier than a CEO?).

But that night, Khayla was down with fever and the next day, she was lethargic and slept the whole day at the nursery (according to her Daddy of course). Apparently Khayla is still having problems to detach herself from Mommy. So there goes our long weekend plan. When Khayla is sick, she changes into this overbearing child - who can't be left alone, needs to be cuddled all the time, needs Mommy's breast all the time, and to put it frankly, she becomes a whiny and tearful baby when she's awake.

I love my baby very much nothing in this world will make me want to part from her, but when she's in this mode I wished that daycare is open during weekend so I can get some needed rest. Do you know how stressful is Mommy's occupation, cupcake? Can't you just give me a 5 minutes break?

By the way, if you are wondering how then I get to write down this whole entry, she's currently having a nap (praying it will be for a couple of hours, but she just coughs and whines and stays quiet so probably her Daddy is lying down beside her till she falls asleep again) and I'm a really fast typist, so there. Phew. Oh yes, I haven't had any breakfast because I was busy trying to catch a moment here and there to fix her breakfast, do laundry and fold clothes. Let alone do my assignment or revision for an upcoming quiz next weekend.

Take a deep breath and try to do one thing at a time. Brunch first. Then study (if Khayla is still asleep). Toodles!
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I had been keeping this too long in the draft mode that I forgot about this entry. Time to get it out for memory's sake ;) World, cherish your family!
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I had had a good weekend these couple of weeks. A good weekend means quality time I spent with both Suami Terchenta and our precious little baby.

To me, no matter how crappy the week had felt like, I must put in efforts to make my little girl happy. Surprisingly it has been easy to put away any ill-feelings I harboured throughout the week and don my 'World's Fun-nest Mommy' mode.

Just seeing the joy and happiness in my baby's eyes made me forget about work and instead concentrated to live in the moment watching my baby grow in front of my very own eyes.

Last week for example we brought Khayla to Snowalk, i-City in Shah Alam for some fun family outing. Khayla being the cold weather fan baby, didn't complain being subjected to minus 0 degrees but it was obvious it was not her cuppa tea either. She hardly smiled, maybe because she found it impossible to reach out to the snow, being wrapped up in multiple layers of clothing:



She was nevertheless fascinated with the lights and I was pretty sure she would grab those lit-up ice carvings if she could free her hands from the thick jackets.

Before we went home, we stopped by Fruitty-tutty for some ice-cream treat. Khayla enjoyed herself in the shop because she got to sit on a grown-up chair:



It was probably the highlight of her trip, much better than the freezing Snowalk or the lights walk we took later.

This week, we didn't go anywhere but we brought her down to the swimming pool for some splashing fun. The last time she went into the pool was when she was 4 or 5 months old. I brought her toy duck and she loved chasing after the duck in the water.

Unfortunately Khayla outgrown her water instinct and she had learnt that water could be nasty. So when I tried to put her on her back so she could float, she wriggled and stiffened her body. She also tried to lift her head up because she hated water going into her ears. There goes her water baby nature...

Today, we brought her for brunch at PappaRich nearby our house. She enjoyed her bun and even shrieked along to Celine Dion belting out her evergreen songs. Khayla could be really boisterous too.

In the evening I brought her to play at the playground. To summarise, she loves the swing and hates everything else. We also brought her to visit Che Mat's family and she loved Kak CT's boys, and vice versa.

Truth is, I wished we could have a lot more weekends like what we had this week. C'est la vie people!
Dear Internet,

Today I scolded my 10-month old baby. She was playing near the TV and tried to pull out the Astro card. I called her name several times but she was preoccupied in the way a 10-month old usually is. In the end, I said loudly and in a sharp tone, 'HEPP!!'

Khayla was startled. A moment later, she started to wail in fear - she has recognised when Mommy gets angry Mommy's voice will be scary and loud. It's so disheartening to see my little baby has started to fear me. It took her Daddy to pujuk and calm her down.

This was not the first time I showed anger to her. Yesterday when she refused to eat her meal and threw her spoon down, I scolded her. I pretended to hit her food tray, setting her in tears. I put Khayla on the floor and when she crawled to me, I refused to pick her up. She sobbed and then reached out to my hand - as if begging me to forgive her and also make everything fine again for her. I let her cry for half a minute before I took her tiny hand in mine. When I think about the way I punished my baby for being exactly who she is - a baby, I feel terrible and awful.

Not enough with that, I threatened her emotionally by saying bye-bye when she refused to listen to me calling her name. She knows bye-bye means I'm going away, which she hates. So she immediately looked up to me to make sure I wasn't. I knew then even when it seems harmless to trick her, it means for a second her heart was stricken at the thought of Mommy leaving her like Mommy always does in the morning on weekdays.

Dear Khayla,

Mommy wants you to know how deeply sorry I am for being a terrible mother who instead of showing you the right behaviour, punishes you through scoldings and emotional conflicts. I'm sorry baby. You're just a 10-month old baby who is still discovering your surrounding and has little understanding of the concept of rights and wrongs. All you understand is how much Mommy and Daddy love you and anything that contradicts with that knowledge of yours are surely frightening to you.

I love you to bits, my daughter.

Full of regrets Mom,
Me
Weekend lepas entah kenapa aku tetiba rajin. Rajin pergi kelas (itu terpaksa, sebab kelas ganti!). Rajin basuh baju, memasak, mop lantai, jaga anak, blablabla. Wah, isteri sapa la ni kan? *mata bersinar-sinar penuh bersemangat waja*


Untuk menambahkan tahap kerajinan minggu ni, aku rajin juga mengajak Kak Ret pergi berfoya-foya. Ecey. Takde la berfoya-foya tapi berjalan-jalan je. Ekceli, nak ajak shopping di Sogo sebab nak sambar cadar dan tuala mandi baru sempena kedatangan family aku minggu ni dan juga ada clearance sales.

Tapi alang-alang menyeluk pekasam, Kak Ret terus la mengajak pulak ke Sasana Kijang lepak-lepak di situ. So apa lagi, tak penah lagi jejak kaki ke situ walaupun sebelah dengan UM City Campus tempat menuntut ilmu. Lagipun En Suami Terchenta ada kuiz keesokannya, maka aku pun merasakan beliau perlu bersendirian supaya dapat konsentret belajar untuk kuiz itu. Wasey, bertuah tak En Junaidix dapat isteri cam aku? Hehehe *jeling En Suami Terchenta*

So melepak la kami berempat di Sasana Kijang. Eh, berempat? Siapakah dua orang lagi tu? Aku, Kak Ret dan...



Jeng3x! Tu dia... bakal pengantin yang diimport khas untuk menjaga anak aku, Khayla. Tengok la betapa suker nya Khayla duduk bersandar di pangkuan Uncle Shai yang empuk. AHAHAHAHAHA! Shai, aku gurau je ye. Ko jangan marah pulak. Aku pun spesies empuk gak *nangis ke-sejuta kali terkenangkan zaman anak dara yang fewittt*


Ahem. Aku harap tiada sesiapa yang terluka melihat gambar ni. Saja nak tunjuk pemandangan di belakang je. Dua orang dewasa dan seorang bayi ini tiada sebarang pertalian darah mahupun ikatan ye. Model hiasan gambar semata-mata.


Camtu la suasana di Kafe Sasana Kijang. Best sebab moden. Makanan pun murah. Terbelalak mata sebab spaghetti bolognese cuma RM5.50. Kat KLCC ada??? Jangan harap.

Anyway dah puas mengalas perut, kami pun beransur ke muzium di Tingkat 2. Muzium duit kekdahnya.

Shai tengah usha mesin interaktif tentang sistem pertukaran barter sebelum orang terfikir nak buat mata wang
Cengginilah muzium zaman sekarang. Interaktif. Barulah ada orang nak datang. Tapi sebab Sasana ni baru bukak, jadi tak ramai orang tau pasal muzium ni. Rasa kesian pun ada sebab muzium  yang begitu canggih tapi lengang. Tak buat promotion ke?


Aku terkagum-kagum dengan mata wang pitis ni. Cuba imagine bawak duit cenggini ke pasar, mesti ada alasan beli beg oversize nak taruk serumpun duit syiling ni. Setiap kali nak guna, patahkan sekeping syiling bagi kat makcik jual kuih. Dah abis syiling, buang ranting. Cenggitu ye?


Ada penerangan tentang setiap versi duit syiling dari setiap negeri. Rasa bangga pulak sebab duit syiling Sarawak zaman Brooke dulu yang paling banyak variasi - ada yang bentuk segi empat, bulat, bulat ada lubang kat tengah, heksagon dan macam-macam ada!


Masih ingatkan anda masa kita gunakan duit kertas cenggini? Bila letak sebelah-menyebelah, kiteorang sedar yang bukan setakat nilai duit yang makin mengecik, saiz duit kertas pun makin kecik. Dulu duit RM50 25% lebih besar dari duit RM50 sekarang. Mungkin in the future tak pakai duit kertas lagi, tapi pakai virtual currency je? Hmm... Renung-renungkan.


Oh, cenggini rupa duit syiling siri ketiga yang akan diperkenalkan Januari tahun depan. Canggih. I loike! :) Cuma, sebelum bagi duit tukar 20 sen tu, kene double triple check tak terbagi 50 sen sebab saiz dekat2 syiling 20 sen sekarang je. Kan ke dah cakap duit sekarang makin kecik??


Lastly, ni ialah gambar Kak Ret di muzium. Wah, ada gambar korang terpampang di muzium? Tak de kan?Dahsyat ye Kak Ret. Tapi kan, bukan ke yang kat muzium tu cuma ada spesies yang dah pupus, expired dan tinggal kenangan je? Kak Ret, jangan sentaps! Gurau je ye! Hehehehe... *tetau esok jugak Kak Ret datang balik ke Sasana dan cabot semua gambar dia*

Anyway, best jugak sekali-sekala spend weekend gi muzium. Banyak benda baru yang diperolehi. Khayla siap tertido-tido dalam baby sling sebab aircond yang dingin. Hehe. Apapun, thanks Kak Ret sebab belanja makan dan ajak kiteorang ke sini :) A different experience, tapi still tetap fun!




Dear Khayla,

Today you turned 10 months old. Altogether now - yeaayy!! For that, I bought you this walker as a changing month gift or more due to the fact that you are officially over with your baby-ish walker. You know, the one that you used to spend delightful hours zooming around the house before you can actually stand up on your own. Girl, you need to learn to show some gratitude, OK?

All grin at the newly-bought toy

My dearest daughter,

As you grow up, there are a few life lessons that I want you to remember - lesson #1: when you decide to descend from the bed to the floor, please go down LEGS first. That way you'll have less risk of knocking your head on the cold, tiled floor.

Yes, hang on like that and then go down on your feet

Lesson #2: I'm always with you even though you can't see me. I know you don't believe me. Every time I put you down so I can attend to chores you start to cry. It's not just 'I don't like to be on the floor' cry, it's 'where are you going? Why are you leaving me?? Are you abandoning me? Don't go, I'll miss you!!!' kinda cry. Your little body just froze on the spot but your cry goes an octave higher with each second that I'm leaving you. By the time I was ready to get you (a minute later), there's a puddle of tears, saliva and snot on the floor, and the front of your shirt was drenched wet with all of them. Of course, if I was gone for more than 2 minutes, you will then creep to wherever I was and then grabbed my pants and never let go. Sweetie, it may be endearing to see you so attached to me, but it gets frustrating when I have to do prepare meals or do laundry or maybe just to get your drink.  Khayla, for a 10-month old baby, you are certainly a drama queen.    A cute drama queen.

See, Mommy always with you Khayla!
Ok, I think I'll just stop at two. See, too many info, it'll be information overload to you. Like for instance, the day I was trying to read a picture book to you. You look dispassionately at the black and white picture of a cat, and then you turned to another page without even hearing the story of the cat. Just looking at the cat is enough. So it is with food to you nowadays. You used to LOVE eating, darling! Now, you ate a few tiny spoonfuls of porridge and then you turned your face away or made irritating noises if I tried to make you finish your meal.

Speaking about irritating noises, this month I learnt that the meaning to the phrase 'like taking candy from a baby' is a hoax. An outright lie! Ask your Daddy who has faced shrieks, screams and tantrums every time he tried to take away the TV remote control from you. It's not easy at all! Just simply handing a substitute is not enough - we need to persuade how the substitute is wayyy better than what you are currently holding. If you are not convinced, then forget it. You are never surrendering anything that we want.


For the past two weeks, your health was a little bit on the off side. It started with a really high fever (reaching 40 degrees Celsius!) and wham! Two days later you had small, red, angry rashes all over your little body:

Sick little baby
You had measles! To make it worse, I was really busy that week, going on outstation but luckily I could bring you with me because Grandma came all the way from Bintulu to babysit you. I know I should be grateful that the nasty contagious measles had you at this small age but still, it pained me to see you so uncomfortable. Despite being sick, you stayed cheerful most of the time I was around because hey, Mommy's around :)

You also grew more teeth this month. Teeth that you found amazing to grind and it made me grimaced each time you did that. Hopefully you'll outgrow that habit of yours, Khayla.

Perhaps at this point you are wondering whether I have anything good to say about you. Of course there is, munchkin! Plenty that I can't list all of them here. But here are some of the stronger ones:

1. You easily warm up to people and once you like somebody, you show affection easily :)
2. You are quick to imitate my actions so it's easy to teach you by demonstrating to you. For example,  you can wave bye-bye at 8 months old. But only to someone you really REALLY like.
3. You love my porridge compared to instant cereal. Yeay!
4. You can reach out to the edge of anything and then stand up by pulling your body up. You can cruise as well this month.
5. You love to babble. You love striking up conversations. I'm never bored whenever I'm with you.
6. Each time you snuggle to me, you put your head on my chest adoringly. Aww...
7. You are cute with a capital 'CUTE'. Yes, even when you are losing weight from all those active moves standing up and cruising from furniture to furniture.
8. You don't complain when you eat veggie.
9. You have loads of sense of humor. Today you pushed your bottle off your tray, which Daddy deftly caught and put it back on the tray. You sneaked a quick look at Daddy, and pushed it again and each time Daddy caught the bottle, you squirmed in giggles, which set us giggling too. You repeated this as long as we laugh because you know we find it cute and funny.
10. You love me with all your heart, it shows whenever your eyes lit up at the sight of me, at the big hug you give me and the way you throw your body just to be in my arms.

And I love you too, my sugar and honey-honey.


Love,
Mak

Dear Khayla,

Last week you turned 9 months old. Happy 9 months, sweetheart! I can't believe that you have spent an equal time being outside and inside my womb. How time flies!

Bath time is play time with ducky-duck

If you could asked me a gift for being 9 months old, I'm pretty sure it's going to be a pair of walking feet and free access to the kitchen area. Feet you may have, but at this stage they still disappoint you. You can't use them to run after me or get to a toy faster than on your tummy. And your beloved walker is no longer your favourite transportation. Nuh-uh. They are only for babies. As far as you are concerned, you are very much a grown-up and can exercise every rights under the Malaysian Constitution.

So what you do right now is demand for a lift, either from Daddy or Mommy. We are now officially your legs to go around the house and inspect everything. In return, you flash us your loveliest smile that mostly works on us. Sigh.

Giving us that 1000-watt smile of yours

Because you couldn't walk yet, you are denied access to the kitchen. This frustrated you greatly because when Mom & Dad participated in this activity called cooking, we don't allow you to join in due to safety reason. You'd be on standby at the kitchen entrance in your walker, complaining loudly and sometimes throwing tantrums because you are not able to come into the kitchen.

To pacify you, we often gave you a spoon and a tin to drum on, which worked - for approximately 5 minutes and then you threw the spoon and then dropped the tin out of curiosity, and after that lost interest in them and back to badgering us to allow you into the kitchen.

My baby,

Earlier this month, you celebrated your first of the many more to come Hari Raya. I was more than excited about this. This is our chance to make money show you off to our relatives! Of course most of them had attended your aqiqah ceremony when you were a little baby but back then you were more interested in sleep than being an adorable little person. We were pretty sure that you would turn on your charming nature this time but then, enter separation anxiety at this age.

Only happy in Mommy's or Daddy's arms

Instead of being happy from having been passed from one hand to another, you screwed up your face and leaked fountains. Clearly this nasty separation anxiety would not leave you even during this festive season. Remember that one night when Mom & Dad left you in the loving care of your grandparents? Two hours later, we received several anxious calls from your Grandpa asking when do we plan to go back as you were throwing tantrums and crying till you vomited. Reason? You wanted us and we were missing.

That night, your aunt Udak Intan had to race us back to Grandpa's house coz you wouldn't stop crying for an hour. The moment you saw us arriving, you kicked your legs in relief and almost fell off from Daddy's brother's arms because you missed us THAT much.

Loving your play time

This month also, you delighted me tremendously coz you finally, FINALLY, can call me 'Mak'. You would babble and rant 'Bapak' at any time of the day even when you don't want Daddy, but when it's milk time you turned to me and called 'Mak'. It certainly made my day each time you correctly called me 'Mak'. Muah!

Growth-wise, everyone told me that you looked tall for your age. When it comes to height, you took after Daddy. People always thought you're one year old already. And the same people always get surprised when I said you are still exclusively breastfed. Eh, breastmilk also can give equal if not better nutrition than formula. So way to go, Khayla!

Playing swing like an older child

Last but not least, I'd like to thank you for being the best and sweetest baby in the world. You certainly showed maturity and understanding beyond your age especially when sometimes both Mommy & Daddy are not around because either one of us has to go to class now that our classes have resumed. One day when we graduate, we'll dedicate our success to you, my loveliest child.

Posing in your first baju kurung

Love,
Mommy
Pagi tadi saya bangun awal. Saya toleh kanan. Bapak masih tidur. Saya toleh kiri, Mak pon tidur lagi. Tapi saya rasa nak kacau Mak jugak. Lalu saya buat bising di telinga Mak dan tarik rambut sampai beliau bangun dan kata, 'Kenapa Khayla tarik rambut Mak?'

Sebaik saja Mak tengok saya senyum beliau tak jadi marah. Tapi akibatnya saya akan dicium dan digomol sampai saya jerit marah. Mak suka cium pipi saya. Saya rasa perbuatan mak keterlaluan.

Mak bangun dan mandi, jadi saya kacau bapak pulak. Bila Mak dah selesai mandi, Mak mandikan saya pulak. Saya suka mandi dengan Mak sebab Mak bagi saya main dengan itik getah. Mak nyanyi2 sambil mandikan saya. Bapak biasanya nak cepat jadi saya tak boleh main bila mandi.

Hari ni Bapak bagi saya sarapan. Seperti biasa, makan bubur. Kenapa mak dan Bapak tak faham, saya ni dah besar dan tak suka makan bubur? Bubur untuk bayi je. Saya dah 8 bulan, bukan bayi lagi kan?

Jadi saya cuma makan separuh dan lepas tu saya tak pedulikan Bapak lagi. Lepas makan, Mak bermain dengan saya dan kemudian kami tengok tv sama2. Sekarang saya faham kenapa Mak suka pandang kotak bergambar tu. Ada lagu2 menarik dan kartun2 best!

Bila penat, saya baring2 dengan Mak sambil menyusu. Saya suka minum susu Mak sebab lepas tu saya rasa ngantuk lalu tidur.

Bila terjaga, saya tengok Mak dan Bapak sibuk mengemas bilik tidur. Saya tumpang menyibuk je. Oh, rupanya Mak nak alih almari dan katil. Mungkin sebab Mak jatuh kerusi pagi tadi masa tengah cari baju dalam almari. Mak jerit aduh sambil pegang punggung. Siapa suruh Mak tak berhati2?

Hasil kecoh2 Mak dan Bapak bilik tidur kami kelihatan seperti ni:



Bagi saya itu semua tak penting tapi saya tertarik dengan lampu tepi katil. Ia ada potensi untuk dipanjat saya. Tapi Bapak asyik sekat saya dari lampu tu. Bapak memang begitu. Spoilsport.

Petang. Bapak dan mak bawak saya jalan2. Ooo... Saya suka! Mak letak saya di dalam buaian bayi. Suka suka! Suka sampai ketawa mengekek2 bila Mak hayun buaian tinggi2:



Walaupun saya seorang je yang main buai, tapi Mak dan Bapak yang ketawa lebih. Mereka tu memang over. Sila maafkan perangai mereka ya.



Belum puas main buai, bapak dah keluarkan saya sambil kata saya masih bayi dan masih kecil sangat. Lepas tu mereka masukkan saya dalam kereta sorong saya dan berjalan2. Sambil2 tu, mak suapkan bubur nasi ke mulut saya. Saya yang terkagum2 melihat alam sekitar sampai lupa yang saya benci bubur. So ngap dengan berselera.

Kami tiba di kawasan lapang dan Mak bentang tikar. Saya terus mengamuk sebab saya nak jalan2 lagi! Saya taknak makan! Lalu saya mogok dan muntahkan makanan jugak!


Muka mogok taknak makan


Dengan Bapak

Last2 Mak dan Bapak cepat2 berkemas dan saya masuk dalam kereta sorong semula. Yeay!

Mak sempat belikan aiskrim dan dengan baik hati beri saya makan kon. Saya teruja sebab saya dapat makan makanan baru. Yum yum! ~

Oleh sebab hari ni sangat memenatkan so saya nak tidur awal ye. Selamat malam!

Three weeks ago, while at Perfect Living exhibition, we stopped by a booth promoting window dressing. I was looking for a roller blind for our kitchen and the previous booth selling the such blinds was rather expensive (priced around RM400+).

We were happy to find out that Maxtrack Curtains are selling theirs for a mere RM200, and they don't charge for measuring visit and installation although our house is quite far from their outlet.

Their service is quite fast - within 2 days we received a call that they wanted to come over to measure our kitchen window (which took about 15mins only) and since it was a working day, they were quite happy to come over after office hours.

I also got to choose the blind's pattern to suit my kitchen and I chose white and grey striped pattern that matched our kitchen cabinet. Maxtrack promised to deliver the blind after raya.

Today they came over to install the blind:



Pada suatu petang yang indah, kami keluar berjalan2 di Perfect Living Exhibition di PWTC. Tujuan utama kami ialah mencari perabot rumah (dah beli pun, i.e. Sofa purple) tapi dalam usaha gigih kami memusingkan diri di setiap ceruk exhibition, kami telah terjumpa:





Jeng, jeng, jeng! Sila berkenalan dengan Puan Taiyohoshi, haittt! Konichiwa! Pengering pakaian versi low cost!

Dear Khayla,

In more or less 12 hours from now, you will turn 8 months old. That is equivalent to the time I gained 15kgs and a terrible mood to match. I was so looking forward to a trip to the delivery room because I got bored with my pregnancy.

Now let's discuss about a few things that happened in our lives over the past one month. Beginning with the appearance of two pearly white teeth that have made our lives so miserable and you leaking fountains of tears with their appearance.

The white pearls that gave us so much misery...

Yet another late post from Mommy to Khayla. May you enjoy reading this some day :)

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Dear Khayla,

Happy 7 months old, baby! Oh God, she grows up too fast! How I wish you remain 6 months old for the next two years :p you are so much fun right now little one, that Mommy is reluctant to see you grow up :(


Dear Khayla,

Sorry that this took me so long to post. I had been keeping this entry as draft for too long and now you turned seven months already! Sorry, sweetie-pie. Guess last month was pretty hectic for Mommy, what with crazy work schedule and even crazier study and assignment and stuffs. Phew! Plus, there were sad things that happened last month and Mommy felt really down about it. But, nevertheless I owe you this one, baby. So here goes, a late 'letter' to you:

Last month you turned six months old, baby. I'm so proud to say that you have been exclusively breastfed since day one. Now who says breastfed babies are skinny? They should take a look at you.

6mths



Lately, si budak kecik ni asyik moody memanjang. Dalam erti kata lain, dia cranky.



I love watching my baby sleeps. Her arms spread apart. Her face as always so serious, yet so adorable...

Memandangkan hari ni meeting kat Pasir Gudang, aku amik kesempatan buat plan awal2 angkut Khayla dan Mak ikut sama sebab nak bercuti2 di Singapore. Yalah, alang-alang esok hari Jumaat, aku pon extend la stay kat JB until weekend then masuk ke Singapore.

Habis meeting tengahari tadi, aku balik hotel and tido. Letih betul sebab bertolak dari KL lepas kelas dan sampai di Pasir Gudang pukul 2 pagi. Malam pulak kiteorang jalan-jalan cari makan. Oleh sebab malam sebelumnya semua yang datang meeting bagitau dinner kat Pasir Putih Seafood Restaurant adalah terbaek, aku apa lagi terus la GPS kan restoran tu. Lebih kurang 20 minit la dari hotel kiteorang.

Lokasi restoran ni atas air. Yang best nya kalau ko betul2 nak makan kat atas restoran terapung pon boleh sebab dia ada pelantar yang terapung. Tapi sendiri mau ingatlah kalau berombak jaga-jagalah makanan jangan sampai terbalik :p Kiteorang sampai2 je terus datang orang amik order. Servis cukup baik. Tak delah macam kat KT dulu :p

Untuk dinner malam ni aku order ketam masak masam manis, udang goreng tepung, tomyam seafood, kerang bakar dan sayur kailan ikan masin. Saja je nak merasa makanan seafood di sini sebab review yang melambung-lambung dalam meeting tadi. Walaupun order bebanyak, tapi sekejap je dah sampai:

ABC special

ABC special :) sedap giler...

Hari ni dengan tak semena-mena dapat sms dari group assignment member:

S: Today class cancel. No electricity @ city campus.
Aku: yeayyy!!!

Tengok tu, kemain seronok kan padahal dulu beriya-iya nak sambung study gittew... Ye la, dulu ingatkan lama lagi nak dapat anak tu yang gigih dan semangat waja nak belajar balik. Sekarang life dah jadi super-duper busy sebab kena balance masa antara study, kerja and family! Tu belum personal time lagi.

Hari ni, dengan semangat berkobar-kobar kiteorang bangun awal demi melaksanakan a few urgent tasks termasuklah membuat passport untuk si budak kecik. Maklumlah next week mak dia akan outstation ke Pasir Gudang, so dah alang-alang turun ke JB tu teringin la nak bawak Khayla dan nenek Khayla ke Universal Studio di Singapore.

On one hot day, my kay-poh little girl wanted to have a taste of watermelon after watching Mommy & Daddy devoured the cool, watery and yummy red-coloured fruit:


Dear Khayla,

I must warn you, this letter is going to be a bit lengthy. Why? Because somehow, between the age of 4 months to 5 months, you reached terrific milestones that both annoy and amuse me at the same time. Yes, you giggle. And shriek. And then you swim and do other feats that make me want to gobble you up and then spit you out and repeat it again and again and again. Before I knew it, you'd be moving out of the house and graduating with first class honours. Now I'm being melodramatic.

Baby girl, you are now 5 months old. How cool is that? When I thought you could not get any cuter, you proved me totally wrong. You ooze of cuteness that simply melt my heart :)

Let's start on your milestones one by one.

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Last week, Khayla turned 4months old and I am happy to say that she has been growing up healthy and strong, despite coming out 2 weeks earlier than her EDD. Suffice to say, her chubbiness and strong immune system is largely contributed by the milk she drinks - breast-milk :) Yes, Khayla is 100% and exclusively breastfed since she was born, Alhamdulillah!

I am very grateful to be among the mothers who are blessed with abundant milk supply. However, at the beginning, I was also worried that I wouldn't be able to give as much milk as little Khayla wanted. After returning from the hospital, I fed Khayla mostly expressed breast-milk (EBM) as she still struggled to feed directly from me. I first tried to express the milk through hand expression - which was not only slow, but tiring as well. After half an hour, I would get at the most 1 oz. AT THE MOST. That 1 oz soon was gulped down by Khayla and after that I would have to start over again because I knew she would wake up again to ask for more milk!

Dear Khayla,

It seems like two seconds ago I was writing to you on how you grew in front of my very own eyes from newborn to 3 months old. Was it me being oblivious to Time, or was it you growing up too fast? Baby, you turned 4months old already today! I wish there is a 'Back' button somewhere that I could click on and hey presto! you are back to being newborn again! (coz I never get tired of admiring you)

The month full of smiles :)



My 20-year old sister is leaving for Japan tomorrow to further her study. We are all feeling sad but trying not to show it. God knows what is going on in Mom's heart right now. Fear probably? After all, the news just reported another earthquake in Tokyo. Will she be in God's protection throughout her study period there? Insya Allah.


...Special delivery :)
Sebenarnya dah lama saya tingin berpiknik dengan family.
Sayangnya family saya jauh di Sarawak.
Yalah. Siapa suruh buang diri jauh2 di KL kan? Padan muka kau.

Bercerita tentang hari Sabtu. Pagi-pagi membawa Khayla pergi cucuk 3 bulan. Anak kecil saya cuba mengelat dengan mengeluarkan batuk2, tapi tidak berjaya mengaburi mata mak nya. Anakku, mungkin terpaksa bersakit-sakit dulu, bersihat-sihat kemudian ya. Tapi jauh di sudut hati, saya memang terasa sakit bila doktor cucuk Khayla. Kalau ikutkan. Saya nak rampas jarum dari doktor dah patah-patahkan, sebab buat Khayla nangis. Tapi beliau nangis sekejap je. Bila diangkat, terus senyap.

Gaya tido selepas dicucuk di kedua-dua peha...

Angan-angan semata. Kan bagos kalau ada fairy godmother boleh kasi hayun sama itu tongkat sakti lalu Midvalley tu betul2 kami punya?

Minggu ni bertemakan keluarga kesayanganku. Saya amik cuti tiga hari semata-mata nak temankan keluarga berjalan-jalan di KL. Kami dengan gigih berjaya memusing dan mengkhatamkan beberapa pusat membeli-belah terkemuka di tanahair dalam masa tiga hari ni!

Hari pertama, bak kata adik, kami pergi meng-IKEA ing. Khayla tersengih2 sepanjang di IKEA. Memang sah anak mak! Hahahaha!

Keriangan terserlah di IKEA

Cuti yang mengujakan. Membawa keluarga saya membuka dan menutup shopping complex di KL. Huhu... Penat seyh, tapi seronok. Next time kita story2 dengan lebih panjang :)

Yang penting, garlic itu ginger! Huahuahua!
Khayla, even though she's just 3 months old, loves to sit. She likes to think that she's 3 years old instead of 3 months old.

But Mommy has to do housework and can't always let Khayla sit in her lap 0_O What a girl gotta do without her Mommy's lap?

Chipsmore. Sekejap ada, sekejap tak de. Patut la tak de orang yang sudi injak blog saya lagi. Huahuahua...

Kebelakangan ni. Kehidupan super-duper busy. Si Khayla pun sama. Super-duper busy membesarkan badan demi memenuhi KPI 1kg sebulan. Mak aih. Doktor pon, kalau bagi KPI agak2 la. Kesian mak Khayla tau, bekerja keras menghasilkan susu untuk menampung KPI Khayla!

OK, tak kesian. Tu memang tugas mak Khayla. Ho-ho. Let's see. Apa mau cerita ya. Oh ya, kehidupan yang super-duper busy.

Dear Khayla,

3 months ago, at 8am, I was fighting with my own tears of fear. Fear of being under the knife, fear for your life. At 9.20am, I was already in tears - from the sound of your first cry. If I could unwind time, capture that euphoric feeling and bottle it up, I would. Imagine that, a bottle of memory. A memory of your birth. A memory of how life is going to be so much better now.

The fact that KLCC stands majestically tall behind added to my anxiety before birth because they remind me of my unfinished job @ office

Peringatan #1: Ini bukan bukti penganiayaan kanak-kanak. Segala yang terjadi adalah tidak disengajakan.
Peringatan #2: Sapa gelak, aku tampor!

Semalam kan, aku ada briefing kat training centre di Bangi. Ah sudah. Kereta sebijik rioh sekampung. Maksud aku, kereta sebijik untuk menghantar Khayla ke daycare jadi takkan la aku nak bawak kereta. Briefing start pukul 8pagi. Daycare pun bukak pukul 8pagi. Maka si emak pun terpaksa la sacrifice. Naik pengangkutan awam.

Kenapa mesti photo-hosting untuk background template blog saya dah expired? Sungguh tidak berperikemanusiaan. Natijahnya, saya terpaksa meminjam layout Blogger. Pink gittew. Sumpah bukan diri saya sebenar.

Neways. Hari yang sungguh padat. Mengusung si Khayla ke hulu dan hilir menghadiri kenduri kawen member-member. Life as young parents. Membawa budak kecik seperti berpindah rumah. Tak sah selagi kereta tak dipenuhi barang-barang Khayla. Sesampainya di rumah member #1 di Bangsar. Tergedix menolak strolly (nama timangan manja stroller diberi oleh Suami Terchenta) ke majlis perkahwinan. Sudahnya berhempas-pulas fikir bagaimana nak muatkan stroller di celah-celah meja makan.

Dear Khayla,

It's 12pm, Mommy's home but you are not. I feel like such a bad mommy leaving you behind at the daycare centre. So bad, that I cried in the car while driving home. To make it even worse, when I kissed you goodbye, you screwed up your face and cried. Cried at the sight of mommy leaving. Khayla, I'm sorry!

My baby girl,

This morning you woke up in a good mood. You had no idea that Mommy is leaving you at the daycare. You asked for milk and smiled at me while you were breastfed. When you are full, you lay down quietly and patiently while I prepared your bath water. You made a slight fuss only because the water was slightly cooler than usual, then you enjoyed your bath time as usual. Baby, today you smiled at me radiantly in the bath and I spilled my tears already! I smiled back at you, teary-eyed. I told you gently that you will be left at the daycare so you can get used to it. You still smiled because you did not understand what I was telling you.


Khayla sleeping after the trip to Hospital

Ello I'm back!
Terima kasih Blogspot sbb tak terminate blog saya. Encik Nuffnang, TQ masih lagi tayangkan iklan di sini. Kawan-kawan blogger (erk, ada lagi ke? Hehehehe), TQ sbb masih lalu-lalang. Pasti adalah sangat bosan memberi salam tapi tuan punya takde.

Masalah ni adalah disebabkan Khayla. Ya, semua salah Khayla! (ececey, mak apakah ini, salahkan bayi berumur 2 bulan?) OMG, Khayla sudah 2 bulan. Pejam celik berkali-kali, anak kecil saya dah pandai senyum, pandai angkat kepala tinggi2 dan sudah ghairah berceloteh! Always selepas mandi ada je bunyi menceceh keluar dari mulut Khayla. Tapi kalau sebelum mandi tak diberi susu, siap lah. Yang keluar bukan bunyi yang comel mencair hati, tapi bunyi Khayla terpekik2 mintak susu.

These photos were taken by my mother (Khayla's Grandma) this morning :p