I've been pretty busy (or could it be just plain lazy ...??) for the past two months, hence the un-updated blog.
Apo dah jadi, apo dah jadi ... sampai sekarang dah ada baby ....Finally ... finally .. I'm a father. Look at my cute little girl above. Isn't she gorgeous? With her good friend Fat Pooh, they are both enjoying 20 hours a day of hibernation.
On 15 December 2005, at 1.30 PM, after exactly 12 hours of labour, my wife successfully delivered our first baby through C-section at the Gleaneagles Intan Medical Centre. What an experience. It all started at around 12.30 AM of the same day, when I was awaken by Ayen telling the mother about some blood stains. It was not that chaotic at all, as I had had expected. Half asleep, I gave my mad advice to Ayen to just wait a little longer until the pain came. According to the gynea a couple of days earlier, she would not deliver until the earliest, 20 th. or so. So ... 15th was just a bit to earlier I would think. So, no need to panic I told myself. However, being a good husband, I took the initiative to call the hospital and sought for advice. The immediate response was, bring your wife here now, and let us check. Hmmm ... OK. Nah ... can't be the time yet. Off we went to the hospital. Out of the three of us (me, Ayen and and my mother in law), I was the one least prepared. Without changing, with only a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and sandles, it was obvious to anyone that I was treating it like a short visit to the hospital. Short was never it .... .
At around 1.30 AM, I was advice by the mid-wife on duty to go down to the front desk and register my wife for admission. Erk ... is it really THE moment? The 12 hour agonising period (to my wife lah) begins NOW! .. tik tok! tick tok! Realising that I could be there for a few (or many) hours, I went back home to get change. Duh! The labour room was damn cold. Could not tahan.
Shortly after I returned, Manchester United took Wigan in an English premiership match (on a small tele in the labour room). What a match! The spirit of the Wigan players trying to bury ManU was amazing. So was my spirit in giving support to Ayen.
The labour when on and on and on and on and on ... untillllll noon. The baby was at the same position as it had been 8 hours earlier. No sign that she was descending more. Let's opt for C-section, advised the gynea. Half hour felt like half a day. The operation started at 1 PM, the baby was taken out at 1.30 PM and the mommy was pushed out of the operating theatre at 1.45 PM. Every one was safe. fewh! alhamdulillah.
The first thing I noticed about my baby was she had such a big, pretty pair of eyes. When I was doing the azan, I noticed she looked up and down, as if looking at me and observing the surrounding. What a pretty little creature.
I was so damn sleepy the night after. The last time I stayed up all night I think was when doing a project tender proposal 5 years ago.
The baby and mommny were discharged on the 17th of December. All happy to be back home.
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