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'You sure wish you are a man right now, don't you?' said an anaesthetist to me, winking.

Hehe. I simply laughed at his statement.

To make things clear, we were in a labour ward at that time. A patient was about to give birth, and she initially thought that she could no longer bear the pain, so she opted to have an epidural. But, even before the anaesthetist managed to gather his equipment, the patient had already started to push. She was now in stage 3 of labour, the final stage. The baby was about to come out any minute now. I can clearly see his head, desperately trying to get out of his mother's bottom. Within a few minutes, with a few pushes and pants, baby Harry was born.

After cleaning up, I finally got the time to myself. I reflected on what the anaesthetist had said to me earlier on. I questioned myself, do i regret being a female? Not like i have the choice to choose, in the first place. hehe. But, for the sake of reflecting, i know for sure that NO, i don't have any regrets at all.

Well, pregnancy does not looks like an easy job. It is anything but easy, i think. Just think bout it. You have to bear a 3 - 4 kg child in your womb for 9 months. That is 40 weeks. 42 weeks maximum! Not forgetting the morning sickness that most of the mothers will have during the first trimester. And the never-ending back ache. And the extra strain on your bladder which makes you want to go to wee all of the time. And the extra strain on your stomach which causes you to have reflux after every meal. And not forgetting the fact that you are no longer a size 8. Your clothes doesn't fit you no more. Chuck away the high heels. Forget the tight-fitting jeans. Forget about looking superfabulous all the time. At that time, nothing matters more than comfort.

And if you think that is worse, more is yet to come. Yes, you get that right. LABOUR. I've witnessed quite a handful number of deliveries, and there is only word that is suitable to describe it. PAINFUL. hehe. I have not experienced it myself, but just by looking, i can tell. And the long hours of labour. long hours of painful intermittent contractions which becomes stronger with time. Even with Etonox (this helps to reduce the pain), i can still tell that the pain is far from gone.

And, if the mother wants to scream all she wants, be pissed off with everyone who comes in contact with her or even curse throughout the labour, i completely have nothing against that. she is in pain. just let her be. hehe.

But, amazingly, right after delivery of the baby, everything changes. Straight after the midwife place the baby on the mother's chest, the mother looks as if she has forgotten all about the pain. All of the unbearable pain that she had experienced for the past hours (varies from people to people) is completely gone. The sight of the baby or even the sound of the baby crying just soothes the pain away, i guess. It is a beautiful process. This last bit of labour was the bit that i love the most.

So, now that i've seen how difficult and painful it is to give birth, i despise those who shows disaffection to their mothers. shame on you. our mother has to go through the most unimaginable life experience to bring us to the world, and what do we do to repay her? just think about it.

i love this placement. this makes me appreciate my mom (and dad) more.

*rindu*

Mr Adam Iman =)

Mr Adam Iman

Bleep. A text message received. It was 4 in the morning. And for some reason, i was awaken by it. The message reads ' Helo helo. elly dah bersalin. baby 3.98kg. suma sihat' Waaaaaaaaarghh. Adam Iman dah keluar perut Elly!!!! I was smiling from ears to ears, but i was too sleepy to reply my sister's text message. i promised myself to reply it the first thing after fajr prayer later that morning. one thing for sure, i slept smiling. hehe

It was Friday, 15 February 2008. Baby boy, Adam Iman has been brought into the world. Happy, i was. I went to Bassetlaw (had to stay in sheff for a GUM clinic on the thursday) for colposcopy clinic with a smile. I can't wait to call home! I have to pinch my hands to stop myself from calling home from my mobile phone. THAT would certainly cost me a fortune! hehe. A few more hours aliaa, I calmed myself. a few more hours...

Alhamdulillah, right after clinic, i bumped into Sophie, and apparently she wanted to go home straight away as well! Yay. So, we rushed home after packing. Right after settling myself, i called home (thanx elly for allowing me to use ur lappy to call home! sorry bising! hehehe).

after the umpteenth time trying to call each and every one of my 7 siblings AND my mama's AND papa's handphone, FINALLY, one of them picked up their phone! haishhhh. susah bena nak suruh angkat fon! hehehe. Had a looooooong talk with mama, and gosh, that was fun. mama said aqef (adam iman's brother) is starting to throw tantrums! ngehehhe. apparently, aqef somehow has sensed that someone is going to steal his thunders! he started to refuse getting on a car since the past 2 weeks, so they could not manage to drag aqef to the hospital to see his little brother. He rather stayed home. He is now refusing to share his things with others. He wants no one but his mother. haha. aiyooo. I can hear him wailing in the background when i called. hehe. Aqef, aqef. u r SO comel.

wondered how things are going now. my sister has got to go for caesarian section because the baby was breech, so it might cost her quite some time until she will be able to be on her foot again. with aqef wailing and putting on 'shows', and now with adam iman to take care of, i sure hope she will manage to cope with it! oh well, we have a row of 'dayangs' at home, so it should not be a problem i guess. ngahahha. how i wish i can be there to lend a helping hand!

be a good boy, aqef! can't wait to go home to meet both of them! weeeee~