My husband and I have prepared a name for our first child since before I was even pregnant. If its a girl, we shall call her G....r and if it is a boy, we decided on H.......n. We both have a strong reason on why we chose these names, they have a particular sentimental value especially to my husband. The girl's name was selected in memories of my husband's late sister who (Allah bless her soul) passed away in 2007. OK, so you may be thinking, Mrs Bawazir's got it all figured out about the naming part...Wrong! Turns out, my mum wanted a different name for her first grandchild. We were sitting in the family room, just chilling out a few days ago. Suddenly, my mum goes "We will call the baby Fatima Az Azzahra." I was speechless for an entire minute, like, WHAT? I know my mum is excited and all but without even asking me first? So, I said "Umm, we've already decided on a name and its G....r." She was not too happy so she tried to add a middle name, by suggesting a very old fashion name, Uggh. I love you mum but when it comes to names, I hate, No, I loath middle names. I just don't see the reason for it besides the fact of taking 5 seconds of my child's future time when filling a form. I gently told her that my husband and I feel very strongly about this particular name that we chose. The awkward discussion went on for another 5 minutes when finally she gave in with a little look of reproach. Forgive me mum, but you had your chance of naming 8 children, Mashallah. This is my time. Ladies, was I too hard on my mum or did I do the right thing by sticking to what my husband and I have been planning since ages???
Monday, 19 September 2011
Saturday, 17 September 2011
Final Journey...Seeing My Baby Soon, Inshallah!
Ok, first of all, it has been way too long since I last wrote anything here. Life, as cliché as it might sound, was busy. In fact, I'm living life one cliché at a time. Ramadan went by so fast and although I did not fast during the whole holy month due to my pregnancy, it feels like the best month of the year has once again left us to yet again appear another year. Oh, maybe it was the whole spirit of Ramadan or just the fact that my mum in law sent me a huge box of spices from Saudi but anyways, I have been concocting and cooking up Arabic dishes for the entire month of Ramadan. The dishes I cooked the most was Sambosa and Chicken Mandhi.And I must say, they were rather delicious, for a beginner like me. No, it's not that I don't know how to cook, because I am a chef in my own rights but it's kind of a first for me to really get into all the Arabic recipe, cooking and stuff. Well, my husband just adored me for it. Talking about food, Eid this year was not that exciting or interesting as it usually is, mainly because it was just me and my Hubby in our small apartment. Our families are way too far, so we ended up stuffing our face with Nandos instead of the traditional Eid dishes. Apart from the cookies and sweets my mum sent, our Eid meal was nothing special but I cherish the fact that this was my first Eid with my husband (we've been married less than a year).
Right, enough about Eid. Now I am just counting the days to welcome my baby into my arms, feel awfully scared but very much excited! I am due October 6th but my doctor said it could be any time now since this is my first child. Apparently, according to her, the first child usually comes out earlier than the EDD. All I care is that my baby comes out healthy and perfect and in the best form. Earlier, I mention that I feel scared about welcoming my baby. Of course I'm freaking scared, I am about to squeeze out a human from my nether regions. What will it feel like? Will I faint? Will I scream in agony so loudly that my own baby will squeeze right back into me out of fear to the hideous sounds of my howling? Can anyone tell me how is it like? On the other hand, My God am I super excited to meet my lovely first born. I have grown to love her more and more with every kicks and suplex moves that she's been doing inside my belly. Ah, this one is going to be a tough one, Inshallah. Sometimes, I wonder is she doing butterfly strokes in there. Once, she did one of her backstrokes that my husband pulled away his hand in surprise and alarm. I reassured him that all is well and he beamed with pride and goes "That's my girl!".
Well, I have to go for a weekly antenatal check ups now until the delivery and I am not too fond of the visits as I am a wussy when it comes to doctors and hospitals. I hate needles, I hate it soooooooooooooooooo much! Each time I go to the doctor, I would imagine the biggest, meanest most awful(lest?) needle piercing into my skin sending invasive liquids into my bloodstream. I have a reason for hating needles so much and if you hear me out will see the validity of my fear. I was 12 and was due for a Bacillus Calmette-Guérin (BCG) vaccine shot. When the doctor injected me with that wretched needle, I howl in agony because apparently, she must have done something wrong because I was bleeding from the shot. She said it was me, I fidgeted too much. Whatever! The worst part of that event is that 14 years later, I still have an ugly scar on my shoulder from that shot. A keloid scar. Although it's not big but a scar nevertheless, which means I could never wear sleeveless dresses to an all women's party without getting random stares and questions about it.My husband was unscathed about it and said he adores it. Yeah, right! He had to say something like this or he'll find himself in trouble :) :) hehehe. So you see, ladies! I do have a valid reason for hating anything related to needles. But, dear God, I am sooooooooooo excited to have my child in my hugs soon, Inshallah! Doa for me please :)
Thursday, 4 August 2011
Pregnancy, Ramadan and Husband...
Ramadan, a month of ibadah, is truly a gift the Almighty Creator has bestowed upon us. This Ramadan will be the first for me as a wife and funnily so, it will be the first Ramadan in which I shall not be fasting at all...Oh dear God, why are you committing such transgressions...some might ask. Well, in this holy month of Ramadan of 2011, I am officially 7 and a half months pregnant :) Now, before some sisters start lamenting, I am not using my pregnancy as a leeway to refrain from performing my duty as a Muslim. Oh no! It's just that I have been suffering from day 1 of my pregnancy with fatigue, sickness, dizziness, you name it! On countless occasion, I have almost blacked out due to being overwhelm by my growing baby. I can almost feel my baby sucking all the energy from me. Don't get me wrong, I want and hope my baby grows and develop healthily, so suck all you want from mummy! I am just saying that being pregnant, for the first time at that, is something that needs a lot of care and support and SABAR. So, here I am on a Ramadan morning, stuffing myself with food. I know of some mothers who, MashaAllah, can withstand fasting the whole month of Ramadan while being pregnant. I am not one of them, unfortunately :(
Ramadan Al Mubarak
Salammualaikum dear sisters,
Since forever, I have been planning to jot down my thoughts as a wife and soon to be mother, but life as it is has been pretty hectic. Let me start by introducing myself. I am a wife to an honest-to-God remarkable man, who is of different cultural background from me. I am from Malaysia, while my husband is from the, oh so scary, Middle East. As it is, we often find ourselves coming to a tiff in many aspects (mainly because I am such a hot-head). However, contrary to popular beliefs about the domineering, wife-oppressing Arab man, my husband is, alhamdulillah very patient when it comes to any rhubarb that we encounter. This is one of the reasons why I decided to blog about my life as a wife, hopefully, to gain ideas, suggestions, experiences and etc.