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They are the love of my life; Hazim Fathi(the eldest), Izreen Munira, and Nur Aleya Natasha a.k.a baby (obviously the youngest in the family). Their age gap is 2 years.
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Hazim
He will be 9 soon; in a few months. He was born a few days before our first-date-second anniversary (we celebrate our first date even till now ;)). When I was pregnant with him, I could not take any beef or smell it. In my dictionary, 'morning sickness' bring a whole new meaning and did not limited to a certain period of day. I remember having one of them right before I gave birth to Hazim (right after having strawberries from Cameron Highland, courtesy of Syuhada, my SIL).
And on the blissful morning of 13th August 2000, 3.2 kg's Hazim was finally in my arms (soon after I regained my consciousness after heavy sedative began to sub-side - I had a C-section).I vividly remember how my hubby stayed up throughout the night, attended to all my needs and occasionally broke a few lame jokes to take my mind off the pain. Thanks Sayang.
Another thing that still fresh in my mind was the awkward way of my hubby's holding our newborn. He said that he had no experience of a holding the newborn. But now, he is an expert in holding a newborn ;).
In the second confinement week, I noticed that Hazim started to have running nose, and quickly referred him to the nearest doctor. The doctor gave him some medication along with some nose drop, to help unblock his nose congestion.
And when Hazim was 6 month old, I remembered he was restless and started to vomit every time I fed him. Despite my hubby assured me that everything would be okay, I still took the baby to see Dr. Lim, who is a excellent pediatrician. Hazim was immediately admitted to pediatric ward. This episode kept on repeating itself every couple of months until Hazim was two. From then, things got better.
On one occasion, my hubby went under the knife to fix his sinus problem. And Hazim happened to be warded as well. And my project's deployment seemed can't wait for a better time. I remembered going to work from hospital, coming back to look at them during lunch and going back to work after that. Immediately after work, I would come back to hospital and make sure that they were okay and put them to sleep. Only then, I started working on my project until a few hours before dawn to catch some sleep before going off to work for another day. Luckily, my dearest mum helped me out to look after them when I was out for work. And poor mum, she even wept for having her daughter to go through such a difficult time.
Hazim continued to go in and out of hospital until he was two, and discharged two (2) hours before we took flight to UK; to further my study.
Now, he is a healthy boy and hardly have his asthma attack anymore. Just occasionally, when the weather get really bad; i.e. the recent haze we have now. Me and hubby are glad that we took all the early precautions and initiatives :).
To Hazim, if you ever read this one day, abah and mama love you so much. And we really hope that you will be happy and healthy; always. Take care of yourself and love yourself first before you love others. And remember to stand strong coz life can have unexpected turns at times. And it is not a crime for big boys to cry (as long as you don't do it in public ;)). And most importantly, remember your religion to guide you through.
