A piece of earth to grow a garden

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

Now I do feel old, when December is welcomed with school-related stuff. Hey we actually registered Faheem for school next year :P December approaches, we start to peep into the wallet so as to pay the school fees, extra notes to buy school uniform etc. Our Ameer Faheem is indeed a grown boy Alhamdulillah. He should be, as he has a new adik (cousin) now.

He is much much tolerable now, less naughty, understands instruction and keeps saying "Gi Solah" (Pergi sekolah) We brought him to the open day, and he seems to enjoy having colleagues. He talks much exactly like Daddy, he lullabies me to sleep when I come back home from work feeling very tired, and he sings a lot!
(Faheem suka gosok kepala mummy and daddy sambil cakap "Sayang, sayang" and kiss us, and massage us hahaha kelakar betul. He copies exactly what we do to him. Tapi geli betul bila jari halus dia urut, rasa macam kena tickle)

I'm finishing paeds soon insyaAllah. 4 more working days before I move to the  'Department Orang Garang', O&G to be specific. I welcome paeds farewell with a very open heart :).

Am recently very much reminded of a scene in the Secret Garden story, when Mary Lennox stood before his uncle in his study, and was asked "Tell me what do you want? Is there anything that you need?" And she answered, "I want a piece of earth, to grow a garden.."

I don't know from where this garden craze surfaced, but that's what I keep telling abang, "I want a piece of land, to grow a garden". Obviously we dont have a land, we live in a flat :p. But still being an accomodative husband, abang brought me to the plant nurseries in Sg Buloh, and we chose the trees that we like and surveyed the price hahaha. That is one thing about abang that I doubt I can find in anyone other than him, he is absolutely like my sisters when we were small, we believe in dreams, that someday it will come true.. He listen to my 'secret garden' plan, we talk on how our dream house will be, we just believe that a dream won't always be a dream if only we act on it insyaAllah.

P/s Asma gave birth to a cute boy 2 days back, and my sister in law, Huda just got married Alhamdulillah. 

P/S Abang I love you!

Sometimes you just have to pick yourself up and carry on!

I was scrolling through my facebook profile page when I came across a pic of an orange carrying its own self... with those wordings.

Oh i've forgotten about that, but what a much-needed reminder.

It's true, sometimes you are not even laid with any choice but to force yourself and just move on..

I've gone through few adaptive phases which at times really drain me out. First it was the marriage-during-studying period. I've gone through that, yeah I've gone through that.. alhamdulillah

Then it was the ' oversea housewife' period- I actually asked abang every single day for permission to go back to Malaysia

Was followed by single-and -independent career woman period, when abang was busy for his final exam, I  came back with Faheem, and I was busy adapting as a houseman. Working is not as tiring as being a housewife, trust me!

Then abang came back, when my depression level was at the peak. Simply because I had to be a superwoman, struggling to juggle between career and family.

When abang started working, I experienced paroxysmal stress haha, because abang is no more my abang who is always available to bring me shopping, going for holidays, available 24 hours to treat me like a princess.

But human always adapt I guess, and they learn as they traverse life. I learn that life is not always a bed of roses, in fact it is a sea of lavenders! Beautiful in its own way. When I see abang coming home everyday feeling very tired, I love abang more and more! A husband- wonderful and responsible as always.....

Approximately 1 month more..

Bismillah..

I definitely miss rambling! It used to be my full time job ahaha. I have approximately 1 month more to go to finsih Paeds posting. How's paeds? I am infinitely sure once i'm gone from paeds, i'm gone for eternity. Haihh paeds is expectedly disappointing as always. And it's true that I've tried so hard to walk around as a paeds houseman at least with a plastered smile, but hey i definitely can't lie to the world. I hate paeds, and i hate paeds.

What is it with paeds? cool colleagues, SUPER NICE MOs (i'm not kidding), no miserable grand round every monday (unlike Ortho), benign HOD, rarely get scoldings BUT absolutely you get SCREAMING BABIES. I am not exaggerating when i say, at times i feel like stuffing a sock into their mouth especially when i am on pm shift and i have an endless list of blood to be taken so early in the morning. Haihh. *sigh*

Things was bad enough in the general ward during the early period of my posting with very few houseman, but things got worse when I entered NICU. When you have to screen like 50 babies in a day alone, things can be very unbearable especially when they refuse to open their eyes for fundoscopy, or they cry their heart out just when you desperately need to listen to the lung and heart. I'm sure I sound so pathetic T_T

I can go on and on complaining, but the reality is I still have to walk to Paeds Dept tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day T_T

Rasa macam kawan2 yang sama2 mengandung and lahirkan baby dulu, semua dah dpt 2nd baby.. Abang, kita bila lagi? hehe. The other day I said to abang I feel like getting pregnant again because I want a long holiday (maternity leave) ngeee~, abang kata tak aci langsung reason tu.