Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Nasrul the Christmas Boy

Nasrul is the forth child in the family, our apple boy (who loves Apple product and anonymously a SIRI stalker). He was born on Christmas eve, 25th December 1997. I planned well with my gynae for special delivery to a 1998 new year baby, instead he himself decided to come out a week earlier. Due to that he use to mixed up his age as 1 year older whenever Christmas came. It makes him the youngest in his classes.

Hubby and I added him as our wish list for us to have an ideal pairs of children, 2 girls 2 boys. We agreed that we will not go through anymore pregnancy after having the last baby. With such great confidence, we made self declaration and sharing that news to our 3 small kids that we were expecting a baby girl. Hence, all preparation were in pink color. Hubby got me a new pregnancy suit whilst I get myself a special tailored maternity suit for my last pregnancy. It was a happy mood right from the beginning of welcoming a new baby girl into our family.

On the last month of pregnancy, the 3 children's were following me for the monthly check-up. The gynecologist, Dr Nik of Ampang Puteri Medical Hospital was excitedly asking the 3 kids whether they wanted to know the gender of the baby. We were all smiling confidently about the pink baby but before any of us can answered him, he pointed to the scanner machine and loudly said "IT'S A BOY". Suddenly, the world seems changing color from pink to blue, making all of us so blurred. WHAT DOCTOR???? what what what???

Thereafter, on the way back home, in the car nobody speaks a word. It was a stressful day. My head full of thoughts and puzzled about what to do with the pink baby's clothing? Should I got it replace at the mall or would it be weird if we dress him in a girl suits. Notwithstanding the shocking news, we were so determined that Nasrul would be the last boy in our family.

Despite that twisted fact, we have a good house Indonesian maid that the kids called "Kak Ning". She worked for us for many many years and the children and I love her so much. At this point of time, we do not have anymore house domestic problems. I was doing my 1st degree via external programme, attending night classes after works and was doing very well with the examinations result despite having 3 kids and heavily pregnant with Nasrul. At 1 point I scared my classmate with my overly eating habits which includes an extra liking for durians.

On the last trimester of the pregnancy, we (my classmate & I) were assigned with Domes construction's project. I was not there to present the paper as I was at the hospital. On my behalf, they were pointing at our Dome project as Aswana's Dome which was about to be exploded. It was a great year as I was graduated with 4 children's as well as obtaining my 1st degree in Construction Management via external programme. 

On 25th December (a public holiday in Malaysia), we went shopping for a new sofa. Hubby wanted to get us a present as it was time for us to have a fair quality of good furniture at home. We had by that time, settled down in our own house that we stayed since the last 4 years. The truth is, we had all 4 children's within 6 years of marriage, such a productive married couple.  

We went to several's furniture shops that day. When we got home, as soon as I came out from the car, the water naturally flew in between my leg as if I was urinating heavily. It came without any urge, without me feeling anything of what was going on down there. The water was splashing like a pail full of water being thrown away. I was clueless and hubby was asking what were you thinking? Why did you pee that much? Why cant you go to the toilet for that little business? I just said "I don't know, I don't feel anything... It just flowing without control". It was my first experienced that the water broke by itself without being punched like in previous case in the 3 labor room experiences. 

The contraction came 2 hours later given us sufficient time to make necessary preparation. My sister came soon after to accompany children's while hubby took me to the hospital after Maghrib's prayer. With previous labor pain experienced, 12 hours in Syahirah's case, 10 hours of Nazhif's delivery and 8 hours during Naim's, I manage to count the frequencies of the contraction before we made a call to the hospital. We both were very calm that time but I was nervous like "O God, please save me by giving me less pain than the last time". I was pale by the time we reached the hospital.

After I was pushed to the labor room with contraction monitoring belt being placed around my belly, doctor entered the room. As soon as I saw him, I apologise for ruining his Christmas holiday. He merely smile but professionally assured me that it was his duty, a routine being a gynecologist. I tried my last chance if he could do something to prolong the delivery as I seriously wanted Nasrul to be delivered next week, a new year eve baby. He politely checking and saying softly that the opening was already too big. He left for a short while to his office but the nurses were with me beside my husband.

He left me for a short while to his office room. Soon after, the urge of pushing naturally came but the nurses ask me to hold on to wait for them to call the doctor. Hell no, how could I control the urge when the baby's head was already at the opening doorway? Let me tell you, it was the very first time that the labor pain was felt less than 6 hours from it's very first contraction i.e. about 2 hours after the water broke at home. A while ago, when we were left alone in the labor room, seeing my horrible pale face, hubby said that the children would cry to see me at that situation (a scared to death face) and he again promised me that he will not allow me going through the delivery period again. True to his word, that was the last time, I was in the labor room.

I was relieved to see the doctor's approaching as I am now free to push the baby safely. It was just a nice time to pull out the baby's body and do the needful. Hubby and I were both smiling proudly when the doctor commented that this baby is very brave as the first thing he did was widely opened his eyes staring at the doctor without any words. He was not even cried like any other baby use to do. It was like he was shocked seeing the world outside the safe womb for the first time. Hence, the doctor had to slapped his butt to wake him from his shock. Only then, we heard his loud voice (after a slaps). Nasrul loves to hear this story and he will asked me to repeat it again and again. He stopped asking about in since 2 years ago. 

Different from Pusat Rawatan Islam Medical centre, the baby was send to my room immediately after he's been clean for feeding at Ampang Puteri Medical Hospital. The nurses left him there for me to take care instead of placing him at the nursery. They will take him twice a day for bath and send it back to my room. It was a very first experience to look after the baby right after the delivery but I felt great being able to change his first big business. After 3 days 2 nights at the hospital we were discharged.

Few days later, we traveled to my hometown in Kelantan to be with my late mother's as it was her routine looking after our (my sisters and I) early confinement stage. Nasrul had his aqigah ceremony in Kelantan. After everything was settled and after almost 2 weeks, we returned to KL. Hubby had arranged for the new sofa's delivery before we arrived home. 

Nasrul had a privilege to breast feed exceeding a normal age period of 2 years. It goes beyond forbidden age from 4 to 5 years. He's been spoiled too much until we both were so worried that he will never wanted to move out from our shared bedroom. Sometimes we were wondering when will this boy grow up. Will he ever grow up? When he was in Karachi he gets an Internet education about how baby is born (in pictorial form). Ever since that, his parent is not allowed to sleep next to another as he sleeps in between us. He will make sure no we have physical contact; worried that another baby will come to replace his spot as a favourite person in the whole universe. But rest assured, getting into 17 years of age this coming Christmas, we were so reliefs that he himself acted like a true teenager. 

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