2010 left me with some fond, remarkable memories. One of it being:
Irsyad's birth at 3am, on 14 January 2010, through C-section.
Now I knew I am a scaredy-cat. My water broke at about 12am while I was asleep. When I realized that happening, I panicked. I tried to woke Aleef (my little bro) up who was sleeping on the floor in the same room. Seeing him snored and not moving at all, I climbed up the steep stairs and banged on my parents' door. At that moment, I wished my Syafie was with me. In no time, I was at the hospital already lying on the bed waiting for the doc to come. Unfortunately, I was told that my doc was out of town so his colleague took over. She asked me whether I wanted epidural or GA (General Anaesthesia). Only then I realized I was really really going to be cut open! My knees started to shake uncontrollably, and then my whole body, when I was wheeled into the operating theater. My body was shaking on its own and against my will. The coldness, numbness in my legs and the pain on my back - it was terrible and almost unbearable. I wished again that my Syafie was there with me. I was terrified. Seeing that I was unable to make any decisions, the doc decided to go for a GA. My body was still shaking even when the anesthetist said to me, "Ira, mengucap okay. Selawat banyak-banyak. Kita dah nak mula." What? Am I dying? He asked me to mengucap!
And then, somebody patted my cheeks and said, "Ira, wake up. All is safe. Your baby's safe." I heard the wonderful words and tried to open my eyes. But it was difficult. I tried to speak, but no words came out. Apparently, I was still under the influence of GA. I felt a stinging pain across my lower belly. And then I heard dad's voice saying to my mom, "Weh la Yah. Tgk ni cucu kita. Cerdiknya dia, dia bukak mata luas-luas. Tgk sekeliling." ("Yah, look at our grandson. He looks so smart, with his eyes wide open, looking around at his surrounding.")
I fell asleep again, with those words...
When I woke up, my aunty and grandma were in the room. I tried to speak but it was difficult still. And, my body felt really numb. All I could muster was, "baby... baby...". I wanted to know whether my baby was safe. My grandma told me that my baby is safe and healthy.
When I saw our baby for the first time, my heart felt warm. Was this how my Mom felt when she first saw me? Was this how a mother's love felt like? God is Al-Mighty, Most Generous, Most Loving. I felt truly blessed.
Syafie arrived at the hospital all the way from Jeddah on the same day, late afternoon with my mother-in-law, Mama. My dad made sure Mama was whisked away from us, to give us some privacy. Clever him! Syafie kissed me on the forehead and held our baby close to his heart. His eyes were tender. I fell in love with him again. It was a magical moment for me, him and our little one, Muhamad Irsyad Syahmi.

Irsyad: 1st day

Irsyad: too small to hold Papa's hand, so he held Papa's finger.







