Em tak bored ke baca blog ni semua pasal Faheem huu, anyway it was all about us before Faheem arrived, and it was all about me before we got married haha. It's an open diary, an open diary :)
So Faheem at 2 months old, he was able to roll over a day before he turned 2 (2 months hehe). I was lying on the bed, well some 30 cm apart from him. He was (as usual) complaining and being grumpy haha, I was too tired to care so I just let him be. His theme is always the same- milk milk and milk, and when I lie with him, the demand goes 1 step higher- breastMILK. It was Friday evening by the way, Wani and Rayyan had departed to Terengganu, and I was feeling kinda lazy and relaxed, the weekend feeling :) He became restless with time, my eyes were closed, and suddenly he became quiet. I wondered why and looked at him, and hey presto! He was in a prone (meniarap) position besides me :D He was quiet because I think he was surprised and confused as how he came into that position hahaha. I was so excited and happy and shock. So I put him in a supine position again, just to make sure whether it was an accident or whether it was a result of his own effort. He cried (shouted at the top of his lung) again, and I had to keep reminding him by saying something like "Faheem ni bising, semua jiran dengar. Nanti both of us akan malu tau". After a period of hardship, he rolled over again Alhamdulillah. My first reaction was to sms abang and ummi (the 2 persons that I contact most I guess hehe) and wani, updating them. Then I took out the camera and recorded it. Well when he was 'bersusah payah' trying to roll over, I actually held my breath (I was nervous huu) and kept praying "O Allah, please let this be easy for him". Meniarap je pun...
On Monday we went for checkup, he weighed 5.4kg, and measured 58cm in length Alhamdulillah. he has actually doubled his birthweight at 2 months old! What more could I say other than Alhamdulillah.
He now has social smile. He smiles especially after bath, when he's in a good mood (an able for a while to forget about his milk). He's not generous in smiling actually huu.
And 1 new thing, abang, Faheem hates his car seat! He throws tantrum each time he is placed in it which equals to every morning (when I go to the Hosp) and every evening (when I go back home). He hates traffic lights obviously because his crying become more intense each time I stop the car and wait for the greenlight huu and I have to drive single handedly because the only way to stop his crying is by giving him his milk, (and I have to hold his bottle with my left hand). Luckily it is an automatic car, although the signal lever which is on the left side (as opposed to normal car) is giving me trouble.
Faheem sleeps much much much less. He cries everytime abang call (probably he just can't stand looking at me talking on the phone), and so I have to pretend talking to abang as if I'm in a construction site with all the noise pollution huu and many a times I just give up. well, that's it for the 2nd month update, I'll try to rite his 3rd month update later insyaAllah
Wednesday
Friday
1 solid week
1 solid week I have to be solid & strong huhu. And 1 week Ameer Faheem has been without his beloved nenek. Well Nenek is not around to take care of Faheem, and yes Ameer Faheem goes to school :p He stays in the taska when mummy is busy in the hospital. Guess what he does at school? Sleeping of course ^_^
I visit him during lunch hours, Alhamdulillah the taska is located just beside psychiatry ward, where I am currently posted. Glad to see that he is always clean and well fed everytime I check on him. Sometimes he's awake when I arrive, terkebil2 dengar orang lain menangis, but most of the times he's sleeping. Certain things really touch my heart. First was when we registered his name, when he obtained his birth cert, his my kid, his passport. It kind of mark his existence in this world and make everything more significant. Second is when I see him among other babies in the taska. His first social experience perhaps. He cries and joins the crying marathon. It was just a crying marathon, but hey I take it as my baby is socializing (Do I sound like a weird mom who enjoys watching her son crying with other babies?? ~) His the youngest of course. Faheem baring je, staring at the ceiling. A girl (who's able to roll over) stared at him from the left side, another girl (who likes to smile and laugh when I play with her) stared at him from the right side, wondering probably, "Oh this grumpy little creature~ what does he want this time around?" Haha Ameer Faheem indeed appears like a grumpy old man, crying 'harsh'ly for his milk, and for attention I'm sure. Well, that actually relieves me from the lethargy of a hectic day.. life's like that.. at least for now :) Alhamdulillah
p/s wanted to take a pic of Ameer Faheem at school, for abang, but perhaps next time~
I visit him during lunch hours, Alhamdulillah the taska is located just beside psychiatry ward, where I am currently posted. Glad to see that he is always clean and well fed everytime I check on him. Sometimes he's awake when I arrive, terkebil2 dengar orang lain menangis, but most of the times he's sleeping. Certain things really touch my heart. First was when we registered his name, when he obtained his birth cert, his my kid, his passport. It kind of mark his existence in this world and make everything more significant. Second is when I see him among other babies in the taska. His first social experience perhaps. He cries and joins the crying marathon. It was just a crying marathon, but hey I take it as my baby is socializing (Do I sound like a weird mom who enjoys watching her son crying with other babies?? ~) His the youngest of course. Faheem baring je, staring at the ceiling. A girl (who's able to roll over) stared at him from the left side, another girl (who likes to smile and laugh when I play with her) stared at him from the right side, wondering probably, "Oh this grumpy little creature~ what does he want this time around?" Haha Ameer Faheem indeed appears like a grumpy old man, crying 'harsh'ly for his milk, and for attention I'm sure. Well, that actually relieves me from the lethargy of a hectic day.. life's like that.. at least for now :) Alhamdulillah
p/s wanted to take a pic of Ameer Faheem at school, for abang, but perhaps next time~
Ameer Faheem
Ameer Faheem waktu baru2 lahir.. nobody dared to bathe him.. Mummy mandikan once in every 2 to 3 days because he would shivered badly.. kesian sangat3..
Baby Butiq
Piyah baru bangun tido..
oopss piyah semakin hampir sambil membawa tasbih dia..
Piyah attacked Faheem's pacifier and tried to snatch it away!! And faheem tried to defend- well that's the only thing he is able to do besides 'shoo'ing piyah away with his broken-engine+screeching-tyres sound haha
Piyah attacked Faheem's pacifier and tried to snatch it away!! And faheem tried to defend- well that's the only thing he is able to do besides 'shoo'ing piyah away with his broken-engine+screeching-tyres sound haha
Faheem terpaksa jaga puting dia from further attack haha
babybutiq.blogspot.com
An announcement to be made ~again! Once I created a blog to sell jubah etc. It was not mine. It was somebody else's and I was just helping out. But now, I have my own (read: shared) online business alhamdulillah. We have just created the blog yesterday- me and kakak (ummi opted to join the biz by pumping in few ringgits haha). It's for babies and mothers who are obsess to dress up their little ones + obsessed with internet shopping- just like me huhuu.
The idea was realized very fast. One day, we decided to start an online baby boutique. The next day we went to get some stocks and carried out few photography sessions. And the next day we created the blog and pheww went online. In conclusion, the idea started 3 days ago hahaha. For the time being kakak will be the one managing it until after my pro insyaAllah
It was such a scene bringing 2 infants to do stock-shopping! We strapped on the 2 car seats in the back of a red Kelisa, Piyah cried almost throughout the journey but alhamdulillah Faheem's sleep was undisturbed. One was carried by kakak in a baby sling, one was pushed in a stroller by me (piyah of course as she was the heavier one). Obviously she complaint when I stopped moving haih. Lepastu jealous pulak tengok mama dukung baby lain, menangis2 nak keluar dari stroller haissy.
I'm not going to promote anything in this personal space of mine, but the link is there. So happy shopping and make us rich! hehe kidding~
As for now, the tale of the two kids. Piyah has a newfound hobby which is not advisable for anybody- membuli golongan yang lemah (read: faheem) by taking his pacifier away! Yang paling tak tahan, she even climbed onto the bouncer purposely to snatch the pacifier away when faheem was using it and sleeping! Comel pulak tgk piyah hehe.
Sunday
Nothing much
I am on holiday which I self declare finishes today! I don't have much time left. Exam was bad, expecting an F (again huarghhh!!) and I feel guilty. Obtaining a P (pass) is not good this time around as I skipped almost half of the posting hehe. Hoping for an F that would push my motivation further T_T. Next posting will start in a week time, but as everybody else is busy studying, why shouldn't I? Less than 80 days before the final pro.
And today I should put a definite full stop to my spending spree. Well it was for necessary things actually and glad to say that most of them belong to my dear little one. Been busy packing these last few days. Mummy just can't wait to meet the dad! And oh, perhaps 'packing' isn't adequate a word to describe everything, because i have actually laid out our attire to be worn on the departure date haha. That reflects how laboriously I miss abang!
A house is called a full house with 2 kids in it. Momoi piyah and popoi faheem (at least that is what atuk calls them: momoi and popoi huu) compete for attention. Piyah tido, faheem nanges sampai piyah terbangun. Pastu faheem tido, piyah nanges plak, tp faheem slalu tak bangun pun haha. And piyah suka panjat bouncer waktu faheem tido! Haisyy haisyyy. Piyah tepuk semua benda including faheem's face (read: ala2 kena lempang jugak la) Piyah is indeed an AB- Awek Brutal gee. But when Faheem starts to cry, she turns away as if she sees a ghost- tau pun takut hehe. And one extremely funny thing- piyah refuses her milk but she finishes faheem's left over- on many occasions! Ni memang mengarut and funny :D Well I guess that's it for now. I'm hoping that Faheem would be able to roll over soon :D
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