Aaqil

OMG today seems to be the longest day in my entire career.

I love Friday, I also loathe Friday. Love it because it's the day before Saturday, loathe it because I can’t wait for Saturday. As you can see, it’s a complicated feeling. So I decided to just bore myself surfing the net, actually worse than that cos I’ve practically seen every web address available so I googled people’s name. Like my friends, my enemies and such. The repercussions not too bad. And of course, while blogging away.

I am now equipped with new status and lifestyle, that’s mommyhood. Before I splashed further about me savouring my new consuming life to the fullest, Selamat Hari Raya to whoever reading this, near and far, together or solo, mommy or no, my very best wishes to all.

Back to my story, I’m sure many are aware of the birth of my baby in September. I’m not going to elaborate the details of my labour in this post as I plan to dedicate an exclusive post just for that, if I have the mood and time. You see, last time I always blame pregnancy hormones over my forgetfulness and incompetency, now my newfound reason would be mommydom. Seriously I don’t need people’s justifications for any action of mine as I believe I’m now holding a worldly responsibility in my hands, being a mommy and wife. It’s beyond juggling. I’m a superwoman, yes, and I don’t own a single bottle of Sunsilk.

Aiii my jari ni becoknya, tak sampai-sampai ke my story..

Anyway, just for info ringkas, I delivered on September 10, 3.05 pm at SJMC. Bigfish and I bestowed a great name for the boy, and we call him Aaqil. You may just call him that. I don’t know why I’m protecting my baby’s privacy by not revealing his full name here for every single soul passing by this area to see, but that’s why this is an anonymous blog.

Aaqil’s weight was 2.98 kg upon delivery. Today he’s a thriving baby boy as a 9-week-old and a whopping 5.5 kg little person. He could lift his head on Day 2, and turned his body to sides on Day 5. That sparkling stony grayish-brown eyes are just as adorable as his personality.

He doesn’t cry much at all! In fact there are days when we suddenly realized, “ Eh, Aaqil tak nangis-nangis lagi, dah nak masuk 3 hari dah ni!” So the next time he wanted milk, we just held it a little longer, so he cried. Normally when he gives signal for milk, I’d be running with my special pillow invented for that only purpose, to breastfeed him. He had nothing else but just my milk. Must be yummylicious, I’m sure.

During his first two weeks, as norm has it, people were flowing to visit and most of them said that Aaqil inherits most of daddy’s features. I agreed. Aaqil looked just like daddy Bigfish. His serious expression, his frown, the charm of his stare, and oh that chin. That quail egg chin, he should pay royalty to daddy! Almost everyone said, “Sebijik macam Ajim” here, “Sebijik macam Ajim” there like echoes from the back of hills. And slowly, discreetly, perhaps while we were all sleeping, Aaqil’s face gracefully changed. Today people look at him and didn’t think twice before uttering that he looks like me. Heheheh

Or maybe the face decide to change again dunno lah.

What else about Aaqil eh? List of his favourites; bathing, having his milky meals at mommy’s boobs, lazing around at mommy’s boobs between meals, passing glances at mommy’s boobs whenever had the chance (thinking to laze around la tu), watching people and objects, cooing and gurgling. Hates; delay of seeing mommy pull off a sprint whenever time to milk, late cleaning his poo poo, delay bathing him, and sakit perut. Practically opposites of his favourites. Being 9 weeks in this world, he’s amazingly smart and hygienic that does mommy and daddy go wahhhh wahhhhh all the time..

Sudah-sudah la tu memuji anak iya…

Time to puji myself now. I think I have coped up pretty well with motherhood and all the works that come in the package. Despite being very self-focused (‘selfish’ is too harsh a word to use on myself), self-centered ( ‘stuck up’ is even meaner), and horny.., I have transformed to be this melt-hearted mom, breastfeeding him every night and day, waking up at night to hush him when he’s not comfortable with the room temperature / previous dream / silence / loneliness, cuddling and rocking him gently inside my arms, make silly faces until I’m surprised to find my lips are so elastic, I read to him, I sing, the list goes on... I love my baby much more than I love myself. I know this line is so corny, and what a cliché, but you know what, I swear I mean it.

What about my husband?! Ha tengok, I forgot I have a husband.

My darling Bigfish has been wonderful, in every way, in very sense. He’s always there for me, helping and supporting. Lifting my spirit when I was down with disappointment and exhaustion. Seeing him suddenly go all mushy mushy with the baby brings my hand to my chest and my head to the shoulder, always. He as well has magically transformed from this rigid uncle that should be given a manual of how-to-bergurau-with-kids to… hmm, you just name it, mommmoommoo, wooowoowo, daaddaaddaaa, lambung-lambung, lompat-lompat.. semua ada.

My first day to work was a real drag. This already my second week. And I’m worried the security camera has recorded seeing me daydreaming one too many times. They should understand la right, I just had a baby. What fun do I get from approving some lousy book estimates or chasing editors’ asses to dateline rather than teasing my baby and being rewarded with that beaming toothless smile? I might as well threatening the editors to hang them to death for not submitting their work upon dateline. Haa.. that can give some spices to my job satisfaction. But I can’t be too rough, kang orang kata gila meroyan pulak. That’s the challenge in being a new mom. Hhmmm..

Well, shall we go back to work then? (suddenly I get paranoid with that watchful hemisphere shaped device at the ceiling)

Have a good Friday ahead, weekend and g’luck in surviving the ever-so-evergreen Monday blues three days from now!