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First Week of Motherhood

Have i told you the first thing i said when Tufeil came to this world and brought to my chest was, “Are you really mine?”

The feeling is soo surreal, even as i rocked him to sleep ( i know, bad habit, but im desperate) a while ago, I still cannot believe that i actually am responsible for this little being!

But i hafta tell you that the recovering phase was… Hell-ish. and it was a normal vaginal birth, what more for c-sect. You can say my threshold for pain is very low – hence, the epidural – and also hence, the sitting balloon. Thankfully ‘Azma came to the rescue lending me hers when she visited me while still in hosp. I brought it with me everywhere. From bedroom to living room. From the car to the hospital to Kopitiam downstairs. I didnt care what people gonna say, i’m in PAIN!

Worse was, the night i was discharged, I caught the cough/flu from Zubair who was recovering. Dont even DARE to imagine my fear of coughing and sneezing! I tried to clear my throat or rub my nose to steer away from coughing and sneezing. *shudder* WHen i cldnt stand it any longer, i cough softly… or sneezed halfway .. just the Ahhhhhh ch without the CHoooooooo you know? LOL

I continued eating the medicines the hospital prescribed which were 1 Obimin, 3 vit C, 2 panadols (skipped) and 2 ponstan as well as the oral emulsion to soften the stool. One day, i read the label of Ponstan, “To ease pain and stop menses” My eyes opened wide, “WHAT?! STOP MENSES?!?!?!?!” NO WONDER the blood flow trickled to a stop. I discontinued that pain relieving pill straight away and got a bad case of the cramp that night. Thankfully, it was only the one night.

To help heal the stitches faster, i also used minyak gamat (dont know whats the ENglish term is but its basically some kind of medicated oil to dry wounds). Again, the blood flow dwindled. But the masseuse told me that its normal that this Nifas that last between 40 – 60days will continue to just trickle… not heavy flow like regular menses.

Zubair was very caring about what i eat. SO much so he brought me two whole packs of 6 small packets of DUtch Lady Choc Milk. Awww so sweet… To help bring on more milk, the masseuse massaged the right area, i also take 1 calcium pill and 2 nigella sativa (habbatus sauda) softgel on top of the 2 packets of milk a day.

NOw about the Massage.

On the first session, i was very obedient. I drank the bitter Ubat Periuk, i withstood the Bengkung (torso wrap) for 24hours, i wore socks, i didnt untie my hair, i didnt shower a 2nd time, i even applied Param on my body that night. But I simply couldn’t stand the dust when it dried up!!!! I didnt mind the smell so much but the residue i tell you … if i could slap it, i would! So i told the massuese i wanna change to the cream instead.

The massage was painful at certain areas. but at least it doesnt ache the next day. I initially asked for 10 days @ $640. But after the 7th Day.. i cldnt take it anymore. PLUS, Z was complaining about the smell also. Poor him, he had put up with smelly me as long as he could. So the next day, i told the masseuse it was the last day and fee was prorated. I suppose, im not an authentic Malay afterall. Fara who’s a Pakistani liked all these traditional treatments and still do them every weekend or so… but me… sorry i cannot take it.

I dont plan to use the Param at all as advised during confinement of 40days. I only intend to wear my girdle and corset. oh yeah speaking of which, on that last day, she asked me to use my own corset but i was very reluctant to do so…. Its a VERY SUPER EXpensive 4-piece set that costed me $800 3yrs ago. and now what happened… the DAMNED PARAM STAINED MY CORSET YELLOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! %$&$&*^*&%^&$#%#@$@# Not to mention the SOUR SMELL. ARGHHHHHHHHHH PULL HAIRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I think the baby and i have problems latching on correctly. I’ve been applying cream to soothe the soreness. I’ve been trying several positions with pillow, on chair, on bed… sometimes left is easier, sometimes right is easier. Its really a trying moment for baby and me especially like this morning after he slept like 4hours and was raving HUNGRy!

I can’t bring myself to sleep when its just me and baby in the room, ie, Zubair’s out. Cause i always fear the worst could happen, like him choking, like him suffocating, like him choking and suffocating… wait. i mentioned that already, havent i?

Zubair bought Food Warmer, Container, baby thermometer disguised as a pacifier, more mittens and newborn vests. He’s also on night watch. Baby’s been eating every 2hours or so. At night i will wake up to give milk and pass the baby back to Z to burp, change diaper and send to sleep, while i go back to dreamland. WEll that’s more than fair because later during the day i wake up at 8am for the massuese then Z gets to sleep till afternoon. Hah.

Its a pity that my ignorance was mistaken for a defying act of the elderly. For instance, i didnt know i cannot shower twice a day, better not to cut my hair as the masseuse would need to tie my hair high up, must wear socks all day and all that jazz. Its not that i purposely want to hurt them, i just dont bloody know!

Now (7th Apr), im on my way to the polyclinic for 2nd jaundice check up. The first one right after baby was discharged, doctor said he has the tendency to develop club foot so was ordered to rotate his left foot and to continue taping his last two toes cause of curled toes. His jaundice was 182. So let’s hope today’s assesment gets better.

Hey! This Thursday, Tufeil will be 2 weeks old! They say the first month is the longest. I just hafta get thru another 2 weeks before we will settle into some kind of routine or at the very least familiarity, hopefully insya’Allah Ameen.

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So how IS Tufeil?

Sat 28th Mar 09…

After i was discharged, we went to take a look at Tufeil.

He was on drip. Luckily, on duty was an Indian Registrar Doctor Pradeep Singh who is a very jolly doctor! He explained to us that firstly, it was noticed that the baby has difficulty maintaining oxygen in the body so was given oxygen in the cot.

Secondly, from blood tests, there was an indication that his digestive system wasnt working so well.. that leads to produce some acid in the body more than was necessary which only affects the body worse.This condition is called error in metabolism something or other.

So i was not able to breastfeed him. But having had a wonderful experience with the hospital’s expressing machine, we immediately bought Medela’s Mini Express Pump @ $193 with the help of 2 x $50 vouchers courtesy of ‘Azma and Zubair’s friend, Sumbal. The balance was a gift from my parents. Yayyy

At home, only a tiny weeny sticky bit of collostrum came out. I threw it away as there’s no way we could collect n save it – its too little.

Sunday 29th Mar 09

I started my massage session today. I shan’t describe more about it as the main topic here is Tufeil’s health.

But at 1pm, my parents sent us to the hospital. There’s no more new information except that he’s responding well to the medication and antibiotics and that he’s condition is stabilising. At least today we got to cuddle him for a bit.

Mon 30th Mar 09

Quickly got dressed to go to the hosp right after massage and rushing thru my Ubat Periuk also. YUCKS.

I got a shock when i came! There was a blue light shining above him. What now? Oh its just the jaundice the nurse said. The level was 215 the previous night and 203 that morning. Ohh ok jaundice im not so worried.

Today, or rather the previous night, he’s started on 40ml of milk. The nurse said i could nurse the baby! Yayyy…

So behind the screen, we struggled to feed him. I dont know whether its because of the massage oil’s smell or the taste of the baby wipes when he first got a lick, he screwed up his face in dislike and shook his head. But we tried again after that ok… But everytime he latched on, he would immediately go to sleep. SleepyHead like mummy. haha. He did manage a few suckles though, so we continued the rest with cup feeding him the supplement.

Today was also the day i was in much pain to move about having shitted like 5 times the previous day and started coughing. So scared to cough you know, dont want anything to rupture!

We also got his Birth Certificate done and the no is NICE! =) That also means that we’ve finally compromised to name him Tufeil Hussain Zubair as opposed to the previously agreed at Tufeil Zubair Asadi. Haha… At least i still get my Tufeil. Thank you very much.

At home, suddenly my milk flowed!!! Alhamdulillahhhhh The very first successful extraction was only 10ml tho. Subsequent two pumpings were 20ml for 30min work. But i was a happy mother! What a miracle, Subhanallah! I can now stop comments like “Any milk yet?” “Do you have milk?”"How come no milk?” “Looks like u dont have milk” GRRRRRRRRRRR Altho now the comments are, “How much milk?” “Enough milk?”

Tues 31st Mar 09

I requested for a day off from Massage today to concentrate on feeding the baby.

So when i woke up that morning, i had a lot of time to get ready, express milk, prepare bfast for the hub and myself and go thru my yucky yucky medicines.

We reached the hospital just in time for his feeding. Today we got more proficient and we were a real team, Zubair and i. He helped me carry the baby, while i push in the food. The second session @ 4pm was even more successful Alhamdulillah…. I suppose it just takes practice and lotsa patience.

Also Dr Pradeep was on duty again today. We got a good news that they are no longer worried about his condition from the primary blood tests results that came back. There are two more secondary results waited to return but there shouldn’t be any problem, insya’Allah. So now just waiting to complete the course of Antibiotics and those reports. His jaundice level has also gone down to 188. I was told by the nurse than once below 190, he can be taken off from the photolight.

So if things maintain the way they are, he should be able to come home on FRIDAY!!! YAYY Ameen. Alhamdulillah.

I would say that Zubair is a much better parent than i am. At least, where taking care of infants are concerned. He holds the baby like a pro, his instincts are also… just marvellous… He’s the one who carried the baby (I dont dare to with all the wires n stuffs), he proactively sponged the baby with baby wipes seeing that the skin is dry… Fed him the cup feed and all that. He even stayed at the hospital till 9pm everyday when i had already gone back at 6pm catching a ride from my father.

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After 38 weeks of Gestation….

… came the drama!

I called up my mum at 4:45pm yesterday, “Mummy, im going to the hospital now.”

hehe… i made her shocked / panicked for awhile.

No i wasn’t having labour pains… We were just concerned that the baby hasnt been very active ALL day!

Usually i would wake up in discomfort in the middle of the night with his kickings. He would also start jumping around when i hit the shower every morning. Too cold i guess. But yesterday morning. Na da. Zilch. nothing. Zubair came awake esp to ask me if he’s been moving bcos he also noticed that the baby wasnt active all night.

I remember the gynae from the last visit said not to take the chances and just go to the hospital to get checked. At first, I gave ourselves time till after lunch… then extended it to after work.

I consulted ‘Azma and she told me to try waking up the baby first so i started tickling him. LOL by tickling i mean scratching my tummy gently (its very itchy anyways but cant scratch hard so the skin is very thin round about there). Hmmm well yeah he DID nudge me back but after went back to sleep or… whatever the cause of the silence was.

Hairiah, on the other hand, told me to drink something sweet and then lie down on my side.

Felt a bit guilty with this thought in mind, “Could it be cause i indulged myself in a lot of sweet stuffs the previous night just before bedtime?” Cause i noticed the last time that this happened, i was eating sweet things the night before too. (Maybe ive been having a LOT of sweet stuffs lately. SHHHHHHHHHHH)

Funnily enough, during lunchtime, as we were having “coffee” at Coffee bean (no i dont drink coffee… but ordered a KIDS Sunrise with no whipped cream just as guiltily), a treat from my colleague, He was ALL action and stretches. By the time i reached back to the office, its the silence of the lamb again. Hmmmmmmmmmm

Told Zubair to get ready to go to the hospital.

On the way, ‘Azma was very kind to tell me what to expect while i’m there. I only knew that they will strap me to the heartbeat monitoring machine for about 30min to 1hr but she explained to me the 3 possible scenarios that could happen AFTERwards.

1. If everything is well, they will discharge me
2. If not so well meaning there’s some contractions or heartbeat is low, then they will transfer me to the normal ward to be admitted.
3. They will perform Vaginal Exam (thereafter known as VE) to see how many cm have i dilated (opened) to judge stage of labour.

(did i get u right, Mah? heh)

You know what happened?! the VERY moment i was asking to lie down and was strapped HE STARTED KICKING vigorously already!!! But i tot it was like a once off and waited listening to the beat myself. There were 2 or 3 times when his heart skipped a beat when he was stretching hard. Hmmmm scary.

at the 30th min or so i heard some nurse said, “Eh the Lizard went away already.” HUH?!?!??! LIZARD?!?!?!? in this CLEAN sterile Hospital?!?!?!?!? Yikes!

1hr later, the doc came and showed me the chart. It has both fetal heartbeat as well as MY contractions. No i didnt have any and the heartbeat showed a VERY ACTIVE baby. Yeah yeah when i lie down THEN he started to move!

Zubair was so cute. I didnt get to meet him before i went into this Triage Room to be monitored because he hasnt reached already and men arent allowed in. He asked me to do a video call! heheh unfortunately i think 3G technology is barred in hospitals cos we both can’t make video call.

I went out and see the anxious Papa. and reassured him everything’s fine and dandy. Paid $32.15 for this 1hr of service. Thank God. I was imagining it could hit over $100!!

The funniest part of the day? Zubair said, “Everytime i wear this white t-shirt, i attract some kind of insects. Just now there was a lizard on my tummy!” ROLLING ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING!!! So this lizard came from MY, MY husband! LOL *shake head*

And now baby is making up for lost time. He’s kicking me harder than ever!

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Zubair’s Fish Methi

We went grocery shopping on Fri after my check ups. Bought some items for Zubair’s Food.

Only Monday did he get to cook it. Cos only dalcha, sambal goreng, and sardine were available at home which we both dont really fancy.

We asked the Supermarket Aunty to slice 1 Red Snapper into fillet. Don’t want the bones. It cost $13 to get only 2 sides of fish. Wah piang eh!

The ingredients

I dont really know what Zubair put in this gravy cos he just threw in ingredients, tasted, adjusted, bla bla bla…

Besides, my duty was to only bring down the hanging laundry and wash utensils / cockery… Other than that, he told me to go and rest. How Nice. Felt guilty though.

The End Result!

Syabbash to Zubair!

So we had dinner past 11pm. tsk tsk tsk… then unfortunately, the square bread left 3 slices only, so i gave him lah. I ate with rice but they do don’t go together lah. The methi smell stuck on my fingers till the next morning. Yummy!

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Mimpi Seram

Translation: Nightmare

me and 11 best friends went to KL for holiday and we stayed at my aunty’s place.

I was talking to my aunty to get directions on how to go to the nearest provision shop when suddenly my tongue became very swollen and threatened to drop off! You know that very full kinda feeling in your mouth and like you have no control of your tongue. Aunty told my friends to rush me to the doc.

On the outside it looked like a legitimate female doctor. On the inside, it looked more like a village doctor. Then the lady interviewed me:

D: Awak ni bangsa apa? (What race are you?)

Me: *offended* Adakah bangsa saya ada kena mengena dgn penyakit saya? (Does my race have anything to do with what i’m suffering?)

D: Ye (yes)

Me: Baiklah. Klw begitu, saya jawab. Nenek saya orang Cina. Selainnye Melayu. (Ok. I shall answer. My paternal grandma is Chinese. The rest are Malays)

That was when suddenly a baby blinked his appearance right before my eye. It looked like an infant – 1 yr old baby but was walking alright. It was very human in appearance but had a very menacing look in his eyes, esp after i exclaimed, “What?! What are you doing here? A baby can’t just appear like that!” And he gave me a very evil grin.

I tried to use my willpower with a hand gesture to shoo him away twice but he didn’t even budge but continued flashing his cunning smile.

And now he was approaching me!! I have an inkling he might be the “doctor” and about to “cure” me… so i SCREAMEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!

It was 4:30am. I woke up screaming like i never had. Zubair jumped awake. and said “SHHHH SHHH… stop crying! I’m Here! Chup!” Then i retaliated, “Why are you so angry!?” I was scared to death and he was shushing me angrily. Ergh…

After i calmed down, he asked what did i see in my dream. Then he quickly readjusted the curtain that had a teeny weeny flap open.

Also, as it turned out, Zubair had been having problem sleeping cos his ear aches like hell. And he cant move his mouth much let alone eat properly. It worries me because last yr around Aug, i think, He had an ear ache also. The doctor dismissed it as ear infection due to using the ear pick frequently. But now that he doesnt even use that ear pick, it still aches. I should better accompany him to ensure he goes to Raffles Medical and i will ask the doctor lotsa questions.
His passport is with MOM too… So i really hafta accompany him to explain to the nurses bla bla bla…

Anyways, back to this scary stuff….

My parents have been telling me now that im pregnant must take extra precaution and close the windows during maghrib/sunset and when i sleep overnight, or at the very least draw the curtains because we are on the 2nd floor and facing two big trees. This could have led to that “silly” nightmare.

Nowadays (read: after Z started working), Most of the time when i go to sleep, i will ensure i do that. But during maghrib… i often forgot. You know just reached home from work and tired but hafta get dinner and shower out of the way first… Either that or quickly getting ready for class…

Julissa, be more vigilant! It’s for your baby if not for yourself!

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Zubair the Working Man

It’s been 4 days since he started working.

Fortunately, he had a very nice flexible boss friend who gave him a few hours off once a week or occasionally to do his music thing.

Mummy and Ayah accepted Zubair’s invitation to dine at his work place on Sat night. We reached there close to 9:30pm and it was rather empty already bearing in mind they close at 11pm. But Zubair said that in the morning it was SUPER PACKED… i can imagine all the Indon maids + the wet market goers would order their satay b4 gg home or something.

I wished i had come earlier though cos all the cheap shops are sooooooooo tempting! I need those babydoll dresses, hello! And a new pair of sandals… Sighhh when else can i visit?

You could prolly guess where we are if u see that famous booth in the background

Zubair said, “Thank god you guys came. Now i have an excuse to sit down for awhile.” Poor him.

I had Mee Hailam, Ayah Fish & Chips and mummy satay.
It amazed us how the seemingly small kitchen could whip up our dishes let alone the weekend lunch crowd!

Although the neighbouring shops were all closed by the time we left at 10:15pm, a couple new patrons came in shortly after to have their supper! Again we’re surprised.
Zubair’s task is not so much waiting tables as it is a cashier. They’ve got a Nepali who’s conversant in Malay to take orders and several other Indians to fan the satay on the grill. So i enviously said to Zubair, “Hey it was MY ambition to be a cashier, you know!” LOL seriously… that was like when i was 10yrs old?
As it turned out, there’s a van that sends the workers home up north so that sorta pacify me a bit. Even then he only reach home 12:30am =(
I hope he will last at least 6months here.

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Green Card

Zubair is now the proud owner of a Work Permit! Alhamdulillah x 100000000000000

He started working yesterday. It must be because of the baby that he finally decided to accept this waiter position. I hope more fatherly responsibilities will show soon.

He works 11am – 11pm. 6 days a week. On his off days, he plan to do his singing lessons. I appreciate his ambition but i hope he wont wreck himself with sheer tiredness.

And at this rate, i wont be seeing him at all till… well till he stops working! By the time he reaches home it would be past midnight, and my bedtime is at 11pm. No hopes of catching him b4 i go to work either. Perhaps a few early hours of the weekend.

Last night, we had to resort to talk in our sleep. Both groggily chatting the other up. So much so that i think its a dream now…

And now i have all the time in the world to go out “independently”. Who wants to date me? I can do karaoke, singing, movie and of course Dinner. Msg me! haha Oh Mon & Wed Outs for me.

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Keeping the Record Straight

I dont wanna shut down this blog. One has to face the consequences of what one wrote. Also refers to Z when he writes comments. Deleting is for cowards.

Instead, i will start moderating comments and i have also closed the Express Comments section.

I will tell you that i am not at all affected by the harsh comments. They dont know what’s going on. If anything, I’m amused that quite a handful of pple care enough about other pple that they felt compelled to give nasty remarks. Its ok. We’re humans. Perhaps i might have said or written unthinkingly in response to somebody else’s entries.

May i reiterate the reason for my blog is to conquer my fear of losing memory. If i write them, perhaps i will always remember them. Be it the good times or the bad patches. If you’ve been following my blog religiously, You will notice that for about 2 months i havent written anything much associated with Zubair himself unless its positive ones like his job or our dates and such. Everything else was about work.. baby and random issues.

If i were to start all over at a new blog, it won’t be for close friends and family, I would write anonymously for the whole world to read. That way i get to vent my frustration without pple knowing who i actually am. I dont feel comfortable writing the bad stuffs to friends and family.

Nope. The things i write on this blog is not even 20% of the downs that i actually go thru.

Anyways, Zubair has got a waiter job at Satay Club restaurant last Tuesday. Work Permit application is in process.

Gotta go and sell my DS Lite now.

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Its his bday and im whopping mad at him!

He proudly showed off the shalwar kameez he got, a gift from his student, he said.

I dont fucking believe it bcos He didnt have any class yesterday. defensively he said his student called him over. C’mon he has classes today and Fri, certainly the gift can wait.

Also because the other day on the phone i heard that somebody’s got him a gift and that he would collect it the next day which is yesterday now.

 

He nudged me at 1:30am last night saying he wanted to go to Al-Ameen. I asked if he had any money he said yes. from where? He cldnt say. There was lovely fish curry in the kitchen and he wanted to go to Al-Ameen.

When i woke at 2am and called him he said he was near. Then i heard a loud noise in his hp background, then the noise travelled in front of my window. A very fast riding motorcyclist. The noise came in his hp first meaning he could only be in the vicinity of Civic Centre and not Esso (way way on another street) like he claimed he was.

Even after we hung up, he took 5 bloody minutes to get to the door. when he passed by me, i caught a whiff of that fucked up smell. You can’t freaking fool me you asshole! I instantly went back to bed not caring.

at 3:30am i woke up again. Guess what? HE’S EATING THE BLOODY FISH CURRY. That confirms that he didnt go to Al-Ameen. I gave him a knowing glare and went back to bed.

 

This morning when i checked his hp, he sent this sms, “Ma’am, we finished practise, shall we leave now?”

 

i have no doubt about him having a second sim card. bcos he’s hp is sometimes off. which he actually claimed was underground. but why then his date and time always got resetted? Bcos he took the bleeding battery out, that’s why!

 

That is it. No prezzie for him. No exp dinner treat, just a medium one. Told him i would get something if he’s been a good boy. and hell he’s the BADDEST boy ever created. From now on, if he asked me for anything, i would say, “GET YOUR BLOODY WHORE OR SUGAR MAMMA TO GET IT FOR YOU”

 

I hate you, my irresponsible husband. If its not for this baby, i would have said bye bye to you a long time ago. You’ve ruined it all for me. Thank you very much.

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The Maid is Here

Perhaps my apprehension was unfounded.

 

We were having dinner at Al-Ameen last Fri when i told Z that the maid is here and that i wanted him to treat her with respect. His reply was somewhat unexpected. He said, “What? I think im so low class? We had lotsa servants in our house before ok!”

 

Hmmm probably he didnt get what im trying to convey to him.

 

But what actually soothed me was when he said, “SHE’s paying for it, is it? If like that then i dont want you to ask the maid to do anything ok. Unless if the maid say ‘Let me do it’ then u can. Otherwise, NO.”

 

Nonetheless, i couldnt sleep properly the whole weekend nights until Z himself went to bed which is like 3 – 4am. Everytime i woke to see his not in the room, i would panic and go out to check where he is. The maid has to sleep in the living room behind the partition. And nooo i dont trust him.

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