Nia pooped at Starbucks

Yesterday, (Sunday 26th April) Mizi suggested that we have lunch with Nany and Fahmi. So, I sms'ed Nany but they couldn't make it because they were going for GSO's farewell lunch for Tausif. Nany suggested that we meet up for teatime instead. So we set to meet at Starbucks Sunway Damansara since it's the nearest to both our places.



I wanted to bring Qadeja along, but she was not feeling quite well after her jab on Saturday. So it was just the two of us. We left after Asar.

When we reached Starbucks, Nany and Fahmi were already there. And so was Nia! At the very same time I felt like returning home to pick Qadeja up. But thinking that she was not well, I discarded the idea.

Nany and Nia

Not long after that, Ummi came with Luqman.

We had a good chat. It was a short meet up, but was really nice. The hubbies seem to get along quite well. It's the first time Mizi met Luqman, all this while he only heard me talking about them. If only Ida and Zol were there too, it would be even nicer. Next time maybe.

Nia was sleeping most of the time we were there, when she finally woke up it was feeding time. The best part, she pooped right after her mommy burped her. "Lepas menyusu je nak berak!" her mommy dah start membebel. It was funny! Nany did not change Nia since there was no place to change her. If we were to change her on the coffee table, then the whole air conditioned starbucks will be fragranted with Nia's Poo. So we decided to make a move since it was already 6.30 pm anyway.

3 wifeys with 3 hubbies and 1 baby

Qadeja got jabbed!

Today was a very very busy day.

Qadeja was scheduled for her immunisation jab (fourth month) and we decided to take her for her "sunat" as well.

Mizi is in KL for the weekend, so we thought it would be just good to bring Qadeja while Mizi is here.

Starting the day, we woke up earlier than usual - so no sleeping back after subuh. We left for Damansara Specialist at about 8.30 am. When we reached there, we registered Qadeja at Dato' Dr. Azizi's clinic (paediatrician) - we were no 7 - and then we registered her at Dr. Maziah's clinic (OB Gyn) for her "bersunat" and we were no 11. Both doctors were only coming in at 10 am, so we went to have our breakfast first at the cafeteria.

Guess who we met there?



Uncle Fahmi! Sayangnya Aunty Nany and Dania were not along, if not it would be nice to have a chat with Nany and Qadeja will get to meet Dania again. Catching up with Nany would be nice, and there would surely be a sharing of one or two scrumptious gossips. But alas, Fahmi was alone. Not that we were not glad to meet him though.

There was a Blood Donation program ongoing at the hospital, so Mizi decided to donate some of his extra blood while killing the time - we knew that we would need to wait at least a couple of hours there.












And, yes we mingled, sat, chatted, yawned, read newspaper, fed Qadeja, changed Qadeja and all other thinkable things while waiting for our turn.




When it was finally our turn, or more precisely Qadeja's turn to be jabbed I was already exhausted and hungry again. Like usual, I never really liked to see Qadeja being jabbed. I hated to see her cry especially when I know that she cries because of pain. So, like her previous scheduled immunisation, Mizi was held responsible to hold her while the doctor poked the needle on her thigh. We were expecting just one jab (2nd dose Triple Antigen), but it turned out that the doctor wanted to give an extra - Pneumococcal Vaccine and also Rotarix (oral dose). So, Qadeja was jabbed TWICE and was given one oral medicine.

I knew it that she would cry. Furthermore, she was already a bit fussy by the time we saw the doctor - thanks to hours of waiting at the very warm lobby. She was already restless when the doctor examined her, so when the first needle was poked on her left thigh, she screamed a voiceless cry. At that time, standing about 2 metres away, I can feel my eyes filled with tears too. Demmit! I really hated that!! And when the doctor jabbed her for the second time on her right thigh, she was already sobbing. Kesian nya!!! She was given the oral medicine after that, which I thought was easy because her mouth was still wide open (from the leftover crying). And so it ended, only part 1.

When we were done at Dr Azizi's, we headed to Dr Maziah's. This time around, I decided not to look at all. Even though I was in the room as well, Mizi was the one standing close to Qadeja while the doctor did a very small incision. I was prepared for Qadeja's scream round two but to my surprise, she did not cry at all. AT ALL!! I kept asking the doctor "Is it done?" because I was expecting Qadeja to cry, but she did not! Such a strong princess. ~ BIG HUG from Ibu.

All done, we paid the bill (a whopping RM477.50) and left the hospital. I am so going to claim that bill once I return to office next week.

Then, we headed to TTDI for lunch. It was already 1pm. Nenek, Ibu and Ayah were all starving. Qadeja had her lunch so she was quite happy. We didn't go straight to lunch, instead we went to Sri Munawwarah. Mama and I got ourselves some tudung and I bought Mami (Mizi's mom) one too since it was her birthday yesterday. Then, we went to find a place to have lunch, which we didn't. We couldn't find one that we like and air conditioned with much priority on the latter since a stuffy restaurant would not be comfortable for Qadeja.

We thought of having lunch at The Curve, but we know how congested The Curve is on a weekend and finding a seat in one of the restaurants there would be challenge. So we headed to Atria at Damansara Jaya where it was much much quieter. There we went to Sri Penang (there is one branch in Ikano). The food was really good.


After lunch and Zohor at a nearby surau in Bandar Utama, we went to The Curve to meet up with Qairul (aka Dr. Qairul Irwan - Mizi's brother) and then headed to Tesco to shop for groceries.

When we left Tesco, it was already 7pm. What a long day we had! When we reached home, everyone was exhausted, including Qadeja. Mama bathed and changed her and she straightly dozed off until now (11.12 pm as I type). I'm tired too, and so is Mizi. We watched AF just now (yeah Awok was eliminated, why wasn't I surprised?), and now I just want to sleep. ~Yawn!

Qadeja refuses to sleep

Qadeja sleeps quite later than usual tonight. Guess she wanted to play just a little bit longer.

So, I took the advantage to snap some pics. It's not really easy nowadays to snap her pictures during night time.

Qadeja and her Bumbo

Finally, my order at littlewhiz.com arrived today. I ordered the stuffs on 10th April but they arrived only today. I was explained by littlewhiz.com (the online shop where I bought all the stuffs) that they were out of stock for Lilac coloured Bumbo which I ordered. They only had Blue (yuck!) and Lime (flourescent green, double yuck!) in stock. They gave me a choice whether I want to exchange to a different colour (Blue or Lime) or wait until the new stock came. If I insisted on Lilac, I needed to wait 1 week. Well, 1 week is nothing compared to the ugly colours. So I told them that I'll wait.

And they finally arrived today.

What I bought:
Bumbo seat with Play Tray
Head Snuzzler
Cushion Strap

The head snuzzler and the cushion strap are for Qadeja's Maxi Cosi Citi car seat. Since we did not buy the pretty, comfortable and really expensive Maxi Cosi Cabriofix, Citi is less comfy. All this while we used a thin Ikea pillow to add cushion.

The Bumbo is an intelligent creation. I totally love it. It's made for babies who can't sit themselves up yet, but is able to support their own heads. This is very very useful as Qadeja gets tired really easily if she's put on her back too long. And we can't afford to carry her or hold her on our laps the whole time, not when there are chores to be done.

The moment I put Qadeja in the Bumbo, she sits comfortably. Perfect! And she loves the play tray (bought separately) as she can reach her toys freely, with both hands. Thank God for Bumbo!

Below are some pics.

Qadeja turns 4 months

16th April, Qadeja turns 4 months old.

The day I found out I was pregnant

It was in late April 08 when I missed my first period. I was nervous and excited and at the same time was trying not to be over expecting. I was contemplating to do the pee-on-stick test, afraid of the possibility of a disappointing result. I remembered I consulted Nany who was then still an anak dara about the lateness of my period and also telling Ida who became even more excited than me. "Kalau u takut, I boleh tolong beli. Tapi u buat test kat ofis, nanti kitorg tunggu outside the toilet cubicle, u just pass the stick from under the door if u takut nak tgk result" was sort of what she said.

Mizi was to be in KL on 29th April, so I made up my mind that I'd do the test before he came. I took a colleague's advice "Beli Clearblue, biar la mahal sket. Kang beli yg chokia punye, tak accurate" and yes, I bought Clearblue. The following weekend, on a Saturday morning, I peed on the stick.

And of course, the result was positive. Seeing the line appearing was like a dream. The first person to know was Mama. With the stick in my hand, I went out of my room into the hall where mama was about to have breakfast. I showed the stick to her and said "Positive, Ma" and she smiled. "Alhamdulillah. Mizi tau?". Not yet, it's going to be a surprise.

When we picked Mizi up from the airport on the 29th, the first thing he asked me in the car "Baby pregnant ka?" and I was startled. I remembered not mentioning to him that I did the test. In fact I wanted it to be a surprise.

"Well, you have not gotten your period yet, doesn't it mean you're pregnant?"

"Ah, not semestinya. It's no sure thing" came my answer.

Mizi was not satisfied. He asked my mom, "Mama, is she pregnant if her period is late?" and my mom, innocently answered:

"According to the test, it's positive. So pregnant lah tu".

And at that very same time, Mizi turned to look at me. And I blurted out "Mama... it's supposed to be a surprise!!"

Mizi was excited. He looked at the stick over and over that I had to remind him, my urine was actually on it.

The following Saturday we went to a gynae in Damansara Specialist. Dr Susanna Huam, who was recommended by Suhaila. I recommended her to Nadia and Nany too. She's a nice Doc.

With an ultrasound scan, the doctor confirmed my pregnancy. "Here's the yolk, and the sac and your darling is in it" she had said and looked at Mizi.

"She's a bit nervous doctor." Mizi told her.

"Don't be. Enjoy it. It's time for you to be pampered." and she glanced at Mizi again.

Yes, I was pampered during my pregnancy. Mizi took good care of me.

Two weeks later, we came back and the doctor confirmed the baby's heartbeat. I was 8 weeks pregnant. There's a picture of the ultrasound scan. So, below is Qadeja's first picture:

Then, time flies so fast. Each moth we visit the doctor and see the progress of the baby. The best one was when we had a 4D scan and had a first sneak peek on how Qadeja looked like.

And I was and still am thankful to Allah for this miracle, for this blessing. Allah had never failed us. Alhamdulillah.

How I Met My Soulmate

1997

Mizi and I were schoolmates back in Secondary school, SM Sains Miri. He was a year my senior. He was well known in school, for various reasons. We never spoke to each other.

1999

Mizi moved to a different school in Bintulu. I never saw him since then.

2002

I finished SPM in 2001 and was accepted into Labuan Matriculation in 2002. I was surprised to see Mizi there too. A hello turns into friendship that leads to frequent lunch and dinner together, studying at the library together, hanging out together and outings together. I was enjoying our friendship, but not more than that. Little that I knew he was already having the feelings in him.

After matriculation, we got into different universities and never saw each other again.

... until 5 years later.

2007

I was already working in Shell KL when on the afternoon of 18 May 07 I received a call from a long lost friend. After that, everything went real fast as we were picking up where we had left. Before I realized, we got engaged on 25 Aug 2007.

Engagement in Kuching, 25/08/2007

4 months later, we vowed "I do's".

14 December 2007 was the date we became husband and wife. The day Ashyiela belongs to Qarmizi. The start of a beautiful life together.

The solemnization took place in my hometown, Labuan.

The akad

And forever I'm yours

Then, later in the evening a bersanding ceremony.

A week later, another reception in Bintulu.

And life just became more beautiful ever since...

Our story it is

When I decided to have this blog, I wanted it to just revolve around my life now. I have no intention to share my stories before I was married because it is this life that matters now.

However, I realized that somehow the past is the reason I am who I am today. Therefore I decide that once a while I may mention things that happened before 2007, if there is any relevance that is.

I'll be telling stories of us - hubby, me and baby. There will be a lot of recalling and flashbacking of course. I will start with how we met. (On the next post that is).

First Post

Assalamualaikum.

First post.

Starting up is always the hardest part. Well explains that I have been typing and backspacing for a hundred times for the last 20 minutes, until I decide that this first post will be just whatever is crossing my mind now.

I have always wanted a blog, but I found only now the courage and shall I say, excitement to start. And maybe reasons, now that I have so many things to share.

This first post will not have lots of words. I will start a more decent one soon.

So, as a starter - CHEERS to a good blog and nice posts to come!