Praise to God Al-Mighty.. Alhamdulillah..my long awaited journey had finally ends..On 12th February 2008, at 7.45 a.m. my first child is born..weighing at 3.7 kg, she's emerged from her mother's womb through 'Cesarean'..and of course after lonnnnnnnngggg hours of waiting..28 hours..
Alya Irdina Izzati which means Your Highest Dignity is My Pride (Ketinggian Kehormatanmu, Kemuliaanku)..That's my cute lil gal name..we call her 'Alya'..just past thru one and a half months of life, she had already shows her personality..she love water (bath time), just like her mother..she won't sleep unless someone talk to her until she finally get bored (and cry for sure)..she will scream as loud as she could if somebody try to fold her in napkin..in Malay we call it 'bedung'..and finally..she will open her eyes, 5 minutes before her next milk time..not ever one minute late..
Being a father had surely be my prolong dream..but a responsibility for being a father is not even close to what i ever expected..The first week of being a father, i could barely sleep..normally i will take one or two hours of quick sleep..(nap time) whenever & wherever i could..normally in toilet daa..hehe..surely becoz on the first week, alya will open her eyes every two hours and cry for milk..her mother at that particular moment still weak and recovering from her post-natal wound etc..so..its all depends on alya mighty father to take care of everything..
On the second week..my body start to accept the fact that there's no more sweet dream for straight 5 hours..or late nite coffee with frenz etc..but new matter arise..I am keep worrying about the way i do things..is this the right way to hold her?..at this age, is it the right amount of milk?..is it too much?..these sort of questions keep worrying me..but of course..guidance from my parent do helps..sometime..hehe..i think for those who has their own children and extra sensitive grand parent might understand why did i say 'sometime'..
The third week..suddenly i feel like i am the expert..erm..i just do wut i feel right..and Alhamdulillah it turns out to be okay..just like any new things we encounter in life..the initial phase normally the most difficult..as soon as you get used to it, everything will fall into place..thats wut happen to me..on the third week i start enjoying my routine..but of course..there's a moment where you feel soooo tired and angry..my advice..back of a lil bit..fine some space for yourselves..a brief and quiet 10 minutes nap in your car is all you need..(thats work for me..and it might work for you)
Alhamdulillah..now alya is almost one and a half months old..she turned out to be a cute healthy baby..InsyaAllah i'll do my level best to raise her with lots of love and passion..Semoga Alya akan menjadi anak yang solehah dan muslimah sejati yang akan berbakti kepada agama, bangsa dan negara..Amin..
