ANTAMTAH KAMU SANA!

Ok… a tip for you.. If you’re going to get married, make sure you know that you’ll be marrying not only the guy but the family as well. Just a reminder ok!

These people are allright. They used to give me a hard time when I was in the courting stage with hubby. There were even stages where they bullied you, ordered you around, making you hear their constant empty bragging and don’t forget the “hundredth” same story over and over again.

I welcome these them with open arms tapi is it fair when you go over to their place, you help with the chores (forcedlah most of the times), make your own drink or food, etc etc but when they come over to your place, you need to treat them like kings and queens of the universe?

The reason why im so fucking pissed off is basically:

1. The other side of the family makes the place into a big pile of mess.

2. Their kids plays Aiman’s toys but would not share with my son. I mean for fucking sake, these toys belong to my son! They wouldn’t want to share it. ( I managed to solve this. When they come around, I would lock Aiman’s door.) End of story. Im not karit. I just want them to stop fighting and making me have more headaches.

3. One even curi2 some papers. ( oklah I can understand their parents doesn’t normally give them papers to build their art creativity but seriously, I think its their own responsibility to acknowledge what your child need instead of depending on people to give freebies to their kid. The mamak always look at me with the “bagi saja anak ku ok” which in the end I bagi saja the brand new art block which was intended for Aiman.) This has just happened two weeks ago. Im still frustrated about it.

4. They wont let me win. No matter how logical your ideas are and no matter how much they know you’re right. They will never let you win. Instead it is escalated into exchange of sarcastic arguments, menjeling2 and end with a tone of “ bukannya aku jahat”. Unfortunately for “her”, I have learnt that when that word is used, I have basically just won. Try beating that! Hah!

5. Sponsorship – If you need to ask for something, giving reasons that “ Oh, I cant afford these things these days. Its so expensive lah.. Gaji damit lah, this lah BUT can afford buat baju kurung where the “katok” would cost around nearly $200.. Logic kah tu?

Im going to padang today and im still in my confinement period. For me, when you’re in a confinement period, one should not be stress, have lots of rest, eat happy, drink happy to avoid post-natal depression.

Call me stubborn but Im going out tonite. Technically, going out makes me happy which is in line with one should be happy during your confinement period. So if they have something to say about me not listening to pantang and shit, malas ku ingau.. Dangar tentera diorang datang ke rumah sudah paning, apalagi melayan diroang.

Doent get me wrong, i love them to bits but I cant tahan their annoying ways! God help me!

Bee-Outch

Luckily

My god..

Nasib baik the accident was not as teruk as i thought it would be but still its no laughing matter. The other car was badly damaged and one of the passenger was rushed to the hospital due to a big cut to his face but alhamdullilah no lives were lost.

Again this shows us that wearing seatbelts saves lives. My sis and her freind wore safety belts and even got protected by airbags but still they got hurt. Imagine you have not been using either one or even both of them ( knowing that not all cars are equipped with airbags) ?

So whatever you do guys please, please wear your safety belts when getting into a car.

Bee-outch.

Hello World!

Ahhhhh.. It has been 2 weeks now since Arman was born and alhamdullilah I’m feeling better by the day. Still getting used to the 4 hourly wake up calls from the baby though but all is good.

Today, I have finally got the shots I wanted. Arman with his eyes open! Nothing much interesting to share yet but I did weight myself today and I DID NOT like what I saw on the measuring scale. Back to the exercise and dieting regime before I get back to my desired weight and shape.

I don’t expect to get back too fast though as they say, “ Lose fast, you gain fast " I, however have plans to go back to dancing and I will be attending back to my night classes soon. That will keep me busy. Unfortunately my busy routine will make less time for me to breastfeed. What can I do. I know. I will do my best. As long as I keep my focus and be happy, that is what I shall do.

Lets see the latest pics, shall we?

snuggling next to mummy's pillow..

kissy moment..

Adik-beradiks watching disney channel.

I couldnt help and took a pic of his little fingers..

grab mummy!

I feel so blessed

After busy taking pics and stuff, i was going to give Arman his bath until...

*Mobile rings*

I answered “Hello?"

It was my sister on the other line. “Yen!! We have been in an accident. Come quick!!”

What?!?!?! Where are you? What happen? You ok?

I’m bleeding! We’re at taman Jubilee. We crashed into another car! Sobs..

Ok! Ok! Im coming!

Ya allah...

Bee-Outch.

Presenting...

...Our latest addition to the family ….

Mohammad Arman Bin Mohammad Hamdani :o)

Ok. This is how the actual event went.

It was 13th July, 5 am in the morning when I woke up to a very bad tummy ache. Ke jamban ku., Kan beria inda jua.. nada kelaur.. Kelaur angin got lah. So I went to bed thinking it was some bad wind or sumthing. But it was after every 30 minutes or so was when I suspect something was wrong. (note – When you have contractions, it starts with having pain at the end of your spine. I didn’t have those. Instead, I had lower abdomen pain so I just assumed I was not in labour)

5.45am – The pains gets closer. About 20-25 minutes intervals. I got up and showered. Scalp was itchy so I might as well washed my hair. Kan makan dimsum ku d soonlee so I had myself all nicely dressed for a nice morning breakfast.

6.45am – Still having the same pain at the 20-25 minutes intervals. Let me have my beaky first. Bought mum. Told her about the pain but was still confident enough that I was not going into labour. I even told my mum not to bring the labour bag! But I knew I had to go to the hospital that morning just to check and rule it out as a false alarm.

7.30am – Had breakfast and then mum drove me to the hospital. Uh-oh.. The pain is getting closer. Its now to 10-15 minutes interval. Before I went up to ward 6, I excused myself to have a wee first. That’s when I knew I was going to give birth that day. I had “show” (show = blood stains. Usually indicates that the baby is comingggggggg). Zoomed to the ward, told the nurse, had myself checked and guess what, I was dilating up to 6 cm!. nasib baik I went for breakfast! Hehehe Makan nyman2 sebelum pantang babe!

8.00-9.00am – on oxygen mask. Pain is unbearable. I had midwives sticking their fingers checking how wide I’ve opened. Not the most comfortable feeling you know. I mean they were sticking fingers up your vagina the same time when you’re having you’re contractions. Urghhh.. Sakit gila.

11.28am – Baby is finally out on 3.28kg, 54 cm. Syukur Alhamdullilah. It took me about 10 minutes to push. Hell is over. Thank god baby is safe, normal and healthy.

After the ordeal, I finally got admitted into my very private room to rest and recover. Hubby only got back on Monday evening as he was away for work. Kesian my hubby. He wanted so bad to be with me in the labour room. I wished he was there too. But I’d probarly pulled his hair during pushing though.

Little did I know, Baby Arman developed Jaundice on our 3rd day of stay in the hospital which is normally common but can be vary fatal is left unsupervised. Days of breastfeeding, endless nights, horrible hospital food, crying baby, checking on baby while he recovers in an incubator to lower down his levels of Jaundice. There was this breaking point when I wanted to go home on the 6th day but we weren’t allowed because the very day that we were allowed to be discharged, it was a Friday. What does that means? Friday is an off day. Patients of 1st class are not allowed to be discharged until the necessary papers are arranged. To do that the admin office has to be opened. But it was a damn Friday. So cannot balik lah. I cried that whole day (at the same time praying I wasn’t going to go into post-natal depression . Nauzbillah).

I think the nurses knew about it, I had all the nurses checking up on me every hour to see whether I was emotionally ok. Sweet people though but horrible Hospital protocol. BODOH! CHIBAI! I had to pay an extra $50 just because the admin office didn’t buka.

But for now, I’m glad I’m finally home with the baby. Aiman is coping up with his new sibling and we cant help noticing that he strives attention from his father 24 hours.Thank god for my hubby who is soooooooooooooooooo cooperative and loving enough to attend to both his kids and wife. Syukur Alhamdullilah.

Remember the last post about my bday present?

Finally I have it. Its all here.. My family and my firends. :o)

I thank everyone for their supports and prayers. I love you all!

Baby Arman

sleeping in his incubator

my heart breaks when i see him in there but suprisingly, he sleeps longer in that thing. must be the warm air.

hubby taking his turn to rest. He and mum accompanied me in the hospital.

just a mummy and sonny moment.

Two kids are enough for now lah.. hehehehe

Bee-outch.

Happy Busday!!!

Awwwwww.. sweet memories!

Every Thursday our work stream would have weekly Team Engagement and at that very same day which was on the (10th July) was my supervisor’s and me bday! ( and I found out it was R.R hubby’s bday as well! ) Born on the same day and the same month! Get this, we even got married on the same day & month aaannnnnddddd we gave to boys! kwang kwang kwang

Oh, lets get back to the office bit. Apparently there was some makan2 to celebrate the success of cleaning up the PO/PR’s in our workstream and as you would say “sekali gus” celebrated the bday girls as well as Haji Zairin’s Bday. (After all, he was the 2nd boss in command) His bday was on the 11th July. So it was 4 celebrations in a day! Hooraay!

As for home, I couldn’t really celebrate with hubby as he had been called for work (bummer!). And on the very same day, I had an antenatal appointment at KB hospital. But I did get to have my afternoon off due to bad water retention. My feet swelled and looked as if they were gloves fully filled up with water.. YUP…not a pretty sight. However, someone actually made birthday greeting over Kristal Radio during lunch and I had friends who lost touch for quite some time called me up and greetd me. I didn’t get to hear the greeting so I have no idea who sends it till today. But should you know, please say thank you for me. I really do appreciate it. :o)

Nightfalll came and I had my other 2 girlfriends came by the house and celebrated with “candy” *cough*couch* I had a ROXY notebook and sticker from Effy which was the exact size I was looking for to replace the used one for my BIBD diary which was actually given by her sister, shikin!.. hahaha I love how these gifts “KONEK”

What did I want for my birthday?
I think prayers for me to go into labour fast and have us a normal and healthy baby. As for the rest, I’m blessed with the friends (yes all of you!), my family and everything that Allah has given me. Alhamdullilah :o)

Thank you again everyone.. love ya all!

The team during our engagement..

The birthday cake.. It was super-delicious. Haji Mat wife made this. Home made cake. How cool is that!

Trying to get a good angle of the cake.. up close

Thats Afzan's on the side and the dude with the glasses is Haji Zairin. Good people.

Cutting the cake..eargerly as we were all straving!

Treat of the day.. Mee Jawa.. Yum! Yum!

Assorted cakes. The kueh penyaram was delicious.. Orghhh.. Bday's couldnt get any better!

A birthday card from everyone at the office..

The very next day however, i came into the office to do a final handover to Nurul when i saw this on my table.

A small package addressed to me.. Like a close look?

eh.. Bisai mulut orang ani... hahaha and i knew who the person was by the handwritting.

Cuba you guys liat... hahahah and i really did cut along the line lagi tu!.. wahahahaha!

hahaha and my guess was right! It was from my very alai aziz! Can you read what it says beneath Mariyln Monroe's Picture? hahahah

Just what i wanted (but couldnt afford!) Thanks Jiiiissssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!! *hugs!*

You made my birthday special indeed guys.. Thanks! *sniff*

Bee-outch!

Thank You..

Thanks for the birthday greetings .. and what are the chances of having the same birthday with your supervisor? hehehehe

Btw, remember Chris Cornell? The very hot yummy super delicious guy from Sound Garden? He rocks.. Now thats he's older, he looks even hotter.. Yum Yum... Nah, rasa kan bergatal ku sama laki ku nie

Treated myself with this song and blasted out in the office...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltc5EsuyBh4

Bee-Outch

What do you think?

My bitches....

What you think ah? Stick to the old template or is this easier to read? Im thinking updating my logo as well.. kekeke

drop me a line! Ada jua kan ku buat time maternity leave!

Bee-oucth!

Its "antenatal" time

Doesnt sound exciting huh?

But for those who are mothers out there, you know what im taking about. When its antenatal at government hospital, its the worse.. The ques are endless, the nurses are mostly rude & as for the doctors (depending on our luck) can be nice .. there are even the ones plain rude and make you regret being pregnant in the first place and there are ones whom, well.. are plain normal and nice.

My tip = Just greet with a smile and stay calm. No harm there. It usually works.

Out of boredom, here are some pictures I managed to take. Enjoy.. (buring kali ah)

Here we have me holding up my puzzle book to kill the waiting time. You MUST always bring something to kill time or you will regret not doing so. You should know by now lah..hehe

my number

The running numbers after i took my number.. *sigh*

Anytime now guys... anytime..

Bee-oucth..