Me, Kids and World Scarves Problems

Last weekend, I rearranged my scarves from hanger to the big plastic box. That's when my kids enter the room and start questioning.

Adik: What are u doing with all the scarves ummi?

Ummi: I move them from the closet to the box.

Adik: Is that mean you had limited space in the closet?

Ummi: Nope. It is just easier for me to choose the color of my scarves from this clear box. And its neat of course.

Adik: Hurmmm, you had too many scarves ummi.

Ummi: It's definitely not adik. I still have few baju kurungs and blouses that don't have a matching scarf.

Adik: I think that's enough ummi. You have said that since I can't remember when. And I think you have more scarves than your clothes. You have to stop buying scarves.

Abang who busy with his gun suddenly gets into the conversation.

Abang: I would agree to adik,  ummi. You had too many scarves. And it's all the same. Say, you said you do not have yellow, but you have.... (pausing while counting my yellow scarves in the clear box..) 3 yellow scarves. And some more in two other boxes, and also in the.. don't make me start ummi.

Ummi: It's a different tone of yellow abang.

Adik: Ummi, let's make it the same theory as our nerf gun. What did your comment on it earlier? (He imitates me... 😅).. Owh abang, adik, baby, all the gun is the same. The function is just to shoot the target despite what the size or design or darts it used. That's all. And what did ayah said about your scarves, as long as it can tutup your aurat right? So all scarves are the same ummi. Colour does not matter.

Abang: Adik is totally right ummi.

Ummi: Adik, do u know what aurat is?

Adik: Of course I know. It's your hair ummi.

Ummi: It's more than that adik. Baby, are you with your brother or me?

Baby: It's ok ummi. I'll buy scarves for you after this. Come let me hug you.


Owh, baby... can you please grow up faster. I still don't have blue, green, yellow..... And please always be on my team forever. **Hopefully**

A note to me

I feel like writing something today.
But, to be honest, I do not know what it is.
Typing.. deleting... typing... deleting..
Again and again and again.

Let's just be honest to me since it is a note for me to read in the future.

I've been back to my normal daily routine now.
It is a regularity that I always enjoy doing it.

Tough is the best word that describes my condition now.
No complaint.
Hahahahahaha...

I am not really well this past month.
But still have my life back as usual.
Even need to consume daily medication, but nothing serious.
In fact, it may be just me who feel it.
Scientifically, I am healthy.

In this condition, I always talked to myself.
Be strong.
ALLAH knows better in what HE planned for you.
HE always gives you what you need.
Don't ever give up on yourself.
#positivevibes

I always granted sustenance and happiness from ALLAH.
When HE actually discount it a bit from me, should I blame anybody?
Or it might be me?
Or actually, it is a way of HIM telling me that everything is just temporary.
HE just lends it to me without condition or limit.
But, if HE wants it back, HE can take it in any way he prefers without any notice.

It always me who need to realize and ever ready for it.
It is a rule that always there.
It's actually a reminder sends by HIM for me to restart, refresh and improve.
And it is actually another great thing from HIM.
It's not a discount at all.
It is a bonus.

It is a REMINDER.
A wonderful gift from ALLAH.
A bonus that came for me to be grateful.
For me to appreciate and put more effort to improve myself.
For me to remember there is always ALLAH who I can rely on.
For me to understand that everything happened for a reason and only happened with HIS permission.

And the most important thing.
For me to know, everything in this world is only temporary.
Enjoy it, appreciate it, and don't ever forget to be grateful for it.

Just remember, for me to be able to wake up this morning with good health to start my daily routine is only happening with HIS permission.
It is temporary.
But, with this beautiful provisional gift from HIM, I have to put 110% effort into everything I am doing.
Stop complaining.
Start showing to HIM that I am grateful.

It is a note to me.
Hopefully, one day when coming across the same situation, I knew that I have been here before.
And this things happened only because ALLAH love me.

ALHAMDULILLAH.

It hits me hard 😉

A child is a gift from ALLAH.

We always heard it. Or at least, people around me often discuss it. It is indeed 100% true. Burden by them sometimes, tired almost all the time but still worried countless time and loving them forever without condition or limit.

I am a mother of three superheroes, 9, 7 and 5 years old. All three are different. But they are definitely the biggest gift from ALLAH SWT. And this is a story of my eldest son.

He is totally a conventional man. Ignorance on an unimportant thing (of course based only on his judgment 😄), straightforward in making a decision, doing just what he likes, left everything everywhere, not much talking but more action, it's a NO when he said no and only YES if he said so. Believe me, he is a real conventional man. At least that is what I think, no offend 😎. But he is also the one who gets what he learns really fast, always listen to me, never give up searching for a solution for each of his problem, loving his brother in his annoying way and sensitively react to almost everything (in a good or bad reaction). He is my best friend and also my biggest critic.

He always being lovely and give a compliment.

Ummi, I think you are right on this thing. I knew u always right.

Ummi, u are beautiful today.

Ummi, I love you.

Ummi, u look tired, go rest, no cooking. Let ask ayah to eat out today.

Your nasi lemak always taste the world to me.

Ummi, don't give up (with hugs and kisses)

But, he is also saying what he hates the most or thinks it's wrong straightly.. (again 100% based on his judgement..which is unfair to me 😃..)

Ummi, u look fat. Stop eating.

Ummi, you look like a ghost. Do you put something on your face?

Ummi, what did u cook? It tastes weird. Bad.

Ummi, u bought scarf again? It totally a waste. All look the same to me.

Or, u already have a lot in the closet. Why u need more?

Hurmmm... it hits me really hard. Always.

And what hit even harder. 

One beautiful day when I feel like getting attention from all the boys at home when they busy playing games.

Ummi : Abang, help me pass the message to ayah. (he is listening while playing his Minecraft game on the bed and ayah is playing PS4 with his brothers)

Abang : OK. What it is?

Ummi : Tell ayah, if he doesn't kiss me, he doesn't love me.

Abang: (He gives me a cynical smile and continue playing)

Ummi : Why did u grin like that?

Abang : (He looked at me with an annoyed reaction). Do you know that kissing is not the only way of showing love? Do not kiss never means he doesn't love you. (continue playing his game)

Ummi : You better stop playing and just pass the message. (He walks to his ayah which sit just outside of the bedroom)

Abang : Ayah, do u agree that kiss is not the only way of showing love?

Ayah : (Smile satisfactorily)

Ummi : Both of you go find other room tonight!!!

Abang : Oh, come on ummi. Of course, we love you. It's you, who doesn't love us when u said that. 

Again. It's definitely true. I always joke that to my husband when we are having a different point of view about something. But I never thought that is actually another way of saying, "I don't love you. Go away from me.".

Even it is a joke, but it's something negative which should not come out from our lips as everything is a doa. To all pretty women who read this, let's change it into positivity.

To you abang, thanks for always be my reminder.
Thank you ALLAH for the best gift ever.

Footnote:

Does anybody ever have the same moment as me?? Let's change it then. I know. I know it's unfair. Totally wrong right? I am more than agree. It just us being a woman who craves for a show of love affection from the people we love. Is it too difficult for them? Not even cost a pence or a minute of their precious gaming time.  

#indenialmood😄

#it'sreallyhard

Being Me

I guess keeping up with social media is not my thing at all. Far from me.

I love private life. I rather stay in my room watching a movie instead of having drinks with colleagues. I will choose sleep over anything. I will go for my me time on pampering myself at any beauty spa instead of shopping for a handbag if I can't have my sleep.

That's how I like being private.

I like meeting new people in any occasion. I am approachable and easily change opinions, but I never bring them straight to 'me'. It's only for work purposes, it ends when the occasion ends.

I don't have many friends. It is expected. When you don't allow people to get to you, then they are actually doing what you are asking for. No complaint.

So, all these being 'me' thing does not match 'social media' things at all. Am I left behind because of not coping up with the recent development?

I don't think so. But I feel like giving myself a try. Exploring a new aspect and looking from other perspectives of socializing.

This post is rubbish. As a first step of stepping into socializing, I won't delete this post as usual. I will just put anything I have written, either it is a good or not. I believed that is what most people nowadays do, put rubbish on their networking, and things go around.

I will not become another person, I just putting myself outside of my confined cozy space.

Till then, be strong, be determined and get going.

ME

There is a lot of thing in my head. And none of the elements is a positive vibe.

I'm tired.
I'm hopeless.
I'm giving up.
I'm stuck.

Believe me. I can list more than 10, but all of it is negativity. I need a break. But I don't know what to do and where to go or how to accomplish it. Feel like lying down the whole day and clearing up my mind. Just focusing on me. ME.

It's IMPOSSIBLE.

I knew it is unimaginable. Focusing on ME. It is an opportunity that I lost years back. Not that I regret or sad or feel miserable about it instead when I am thinking about it, it is more than great. It is awesome. It is priceless. All I have now, it is more than enough. Far away than enough.

But currently, I am really demoralised. There is a lot of things happened. Some I lost control of it. And the worst I am losing control of myself. I felt really bad. I can't move forward.

Waking up this morning with all the negativity turn me into a silent me. Which is BAD. This is a way that I chose and hope to give me some space. A space I needed the most.  A space that I can be me. Just ME. Leaving behind all the responsibility. Without anybody judgment.

It is tiring.
I need a break.
I need the POSITIVE me.

I guess sometimes it's feasible to give ourselves a slacking moment. Keep pushing up does not contribute any advantages.

Sit, relax and cherish the moment.

Kid vs Adult

When I was a kid, I thought being an adult is awesome.
And now I am an adult, and I think the best time is when I was a kid.

Hahahahahaha... how beautiful life is. Teaching a lesson while we live with it.

Being a kid or an adult having its own perk and precious moments. Also, have its personal challenge and hardship. Don't ever underestimate kids. Put yourself on their shoes, and think. We have been there before. And all of us successfully gone through the phase. Regardless what have you become, but we survived, and here we are today.

It's the journey. The journey of surviving. I just wanna share something about this.

My second child cried this morning when I woke him up for school.

Me: Wake up son, it's 7.30am, u gonna be late
Him: **cried** I don't want to go school today. I'll go on Monday.
Me : ??? **immediately transform into a monster** 😂
Him:**stop crying and continue sleeping**
Me: **Monster now double its size** 👿 What happened, son? Why u don't want to go to school?
Him: **cried** I don't want to write about Lineham Farm **cried**
Me: I don't understand? Explain, please.
Him: Teacher asked everybody to write about Lineham Farm and our activity there on last Monday. **still crying**
Me: Then just write what do u feel about it.
**it is easy to reply when u being a MOMster. I don't think. I just want to make him move to the bathroom**
Him: I don't know how to do it, and we have to do it alone. **crying and crying and crying**

It's turn out to be a long morning session with him. I'm turning from mom to a MOMster and mom and kids and mom again. How confusing I am. No complaint. It ends up with priceless bonding time with him.

Did I mention he is 7 years old? And I am 38 years old. Kid vs. adult. I realised when I was a kid this is the reason why I think it is fantastic being an adult. And now when I have to deal with the situation that I faced years back, trust me it's not easy being a kid or an adult either.

I told him, that's how life goes on. Every day we will face a lot of things, and either we realised it or not we have survived until today. There are ups and down. But we learn to overcome it. Sometimes, somebody is helping us, but sometimes we need to do it alone. Regardless of all those factors, time is running and not waiting even a second for us to move. When it's happened to be at the lowest phase in our life, then we get up and face it. Either it gonna be a success or failure, it's the journey that teaches us.

And I told him "Today u got to go school and do whatever u know. And if u don't know how to do it, Ask your teacher. It is ok either you succeed or failed to write, but one thing for sure, you will learn how to write starting from today. Don't be afraid cause you are not alone. I was there before, Abang too, and both of us sometimes is still facing the same thing."

I'm not sure either he understands or not what I am trying to tell him. But then, we continue to talk and laugh, and I am turning into a monster again when he act like usual he is. We hug, and I told him "I love you son".. and he replied "I love you mom," and he continues after pausing a few seconds "but I still don't know how to write." Hahahahahaha...

Regardless of who we are, all of us have a vulnerable moment. We feel like avoiding it, but we have no choices and holding into that moment does not give any advantages or solve any problems. Believe in yourself, get up, and face it. There will be something waiting for you at the end of it. Either it is a good or bad outcome, u have passed one stage that u believed u can't do it at the beginning of it. If it is a success, it is a bonus but if it is a failure, you are not alone, everybody faces it, don't feel shame. If u see people succeed in life, it is because they successfully overcome their moment, they have their own ups and downs, but they don't stop trying.

It's 10.15 am now. And I already successfully passed my morning challenge today and ready to face another challenge for next years of life. It's not difficult though. But of course, I got into my failure moment also. I become a MOMster and develop morning chaos before I realised "I was there before and here I am today."

**Thanks, son, u teach me a priceless lesson today.

Judgemental

We BORN with it.

Either we judge people or things positively or negatively, either we do it on purpose, or unintentionally, judging is always being part of us.

"How beautiful that girl."
"How nice that guy, giving those stray cat food."
"Stay aside, I don't want to bump into that dirty old man, he might be crazy."
Bla bla bla bla...

We actually LOVE doing it. A fact of life sucks.

People always claim they don't merely judge others. And we don't like people judging us. But then we still unconsciously or enjoying commenting about others.

The most vital is, do we at the position of deciding others? And do we ever think we DON'T HAVE ANY RIGHTS to make a judgment only by looking from afar?

I think simple rule is, be FAIR to everybody as we like people to be fair with us.

JUDGEMENTAL??? Naaa.. I don't judge people. ARE YOU DAMN SURE?

"How to make a chicken soup?"

How we always hope everything goes as per plan.
Do we ever think whatever comes on our way is the best that could happen to us?

We always upset when we feel like we fail to plan. And intelligent people always say "if we fail to plan, we plan to fail." What a significant phrase it is. It is not 100% wrong, in fact, it is more than correct. It beautifully sends the message of how important to plan. How organised it will be with proper planning. It will provide you with less stress and more confident.

But then, do we ever realised sometimes planning is something that may upset us? And what do we do when we fail to plan? Blame others? Keep mourning? Crying? Forgetting?

Do it again, and we will succeed. "Fail is a beginning of success," said smart people.

Planning is a right way of doing things. And if your plan fails, don't ever hold yourself from feel upset. But don't take too long. It is not always when your program fails; you are failing. Accept it as just a way of learning. How can't we deny it? When we do something, we need to gather a lot of things.

Say we want to learn how to make chicken soup. We need to learn how to clean a chicken, what the ingredients we need, how long to cook so we have the best texture of the chicken, how many salts should we put and so on. We spend a half day learning all that, but then the result is, our chicken soup is too salty.

And what the common conclusion we made? I fail. Yaaaa.. of course you failed. It is a big failure.  Can't you even cook a simple chicken soup?  How bad. Let's cry 😭😭😭😭.

Ok enough! Do we realise we learned a lot through the way of "making chicken soup." Let's look at one of the possibility:

• We may now know to clean a chicken.
• Owh.. this is ginger!!! Yeaaaa, I always confused it with turmeric.
• Oooooo.. this is how we should make chicken soup.
• Hurmmm.. too many ingredients, but at least now you know what makes a chicken soup taste like chicken soup.

Or maybe
It is not easy to make a chicken soup, how I always love my mom's chicken soup.

The feel of appreciating.

Or at least
We learn the route to go to the market!! Yeaaaa

😂Ridiculous .

But that's it. The journey is long. We spend a lot of time on planning, preparing, gathering, etc. in order to make sure a successful task. Along the way, we may learn 100 simples thing that needed by ourselves. I mean come on, one day you might need to buy ginger for your in-laws, you can't go wrong on embarrassing yourself.

And you may learn a valuable thing like the feeling of appreciating. Who knows, your salty chicken soup is actually what you need to connect you and your mom.

That is the message of "fail is a beginning of success," and it also tells that learning is a lifetime process.

Keep planning. Don't afraid of failure. Feel sad. Do cry. But don't stop learning. Always believes there is a lesson behind a simple step. Appreciate the journey, not only the success.

And who said salty chicken soup is a failure? Think again.

the beast of life

Life is getting tougher day by day. Even I have everything by now. I mean this is what my dream is when I was 10. My bucket list so called:

• I want to be a doctor (One of two famous professions at my place 😂).
• I want to have a good salary so that I can buy whatever I want (I was thinking of buying barbie of course 😇).
• I want to go far away from my village (😫).
• I want to help my grandparents and my parents (always a good kid 😭)
• .........

I can't remember all of them. But I guess I have everything by now. I am not a doctor, but I have a good profession with a good salary. I can buy anything I need without hoping others to buy for me. I am now impossible to reach my village within an hour. And definitely, I have the capability of helping my loved ones.

But, why I asked for all this back then? It is not a question to ask. Because my answer now is no more valid since i can't even remember all of them.

A good question will be, how do I feel when I actually have all this? What did I do with it? Do I realize that I have everything that I could ask for?

One thing for sure your bucket list will never empty. We will always ask for more. We will never say thanks. We never appreciate what we have but we kept asking why we don't have.

I asked for a chance to help my grandparents and my parents but I kept finding a reason not to. And I even blame a good profession that I have. And by that, I start to ask for more. Give me more time, I want to help my loved ones. But do I really believe I can help them with the extra time? Or I will find another excuse?

It's really funny.
But that's the reality.
The reality of life.
The reality of never feel enough but not even realised.
The reality of asking instead of giving.
The reality of appreciating is a burden but blaming is a relief.
The reality that we kept denying but kept doing it.

It's tough to accept. But that's the beast of life. The facts that we used to live with every day. The things that we actually cherish all the time.

Does it really that bad?

Anak-anak dah besar

Tengok balik entry lama..
Tengok balik gambar lama.
Hurmmm.. Dah besar anak-anak.
Hurmmm.. Makin besar tanggungjawab.

Ya ALLAH.. Berikan aku kekuatan agar dapat kudidik amanahmu ini menjadi khalifah yang berjuang pada jalan dalam mempertahankan agamamu.

Ingat nak taip panjang lagi ayat macam kat atas.. Tp doa kat blog tak dimakbulkan ALLAH kan...

Jom sambung atas tikar sejadah 😁😁😁.

Kemaskini terkini

Tiada apa yang terkini.
Masih sama cuma umur makin bertambah.
Perjalanan juga makin jauh.
Banyak yang dah dipelajari.
Banyak lagi yang perlu dipelajari...

Orang kata, makin jauh kita pergi makin banyak pengalaman kita.
Tapi orang tak pernah cakap makin jauh kita pergi sebenarnya makin banyak yang kita kena belajar.
Banyak usaha yang perlu diletakkan,
Banyak juga kesabaran yang perlu diterapkan.

Ya, betul..
Banyak belajar banyak ilmu banyak pengalaman.
Tapi jangan lupa walau sedetik.
Itu semua hak ALLAH.
DIA pinjamkan sementara untuk kita.
Tapi kita kena tahu yang DIA tak pinjamkan semua pada kita.
DIA pinjamkan juga pada semua makhluknya.
Sama rata sama banyak.

Oleh itu..
Jangan sesekali mendabik dada.
Walau setinggi mana kita duduk.
Ada orang lagi tinggi ilmunya walau duduk rendah dari kita.
Kerana apa.. kerana ALLAH maha adil.

Tidak pernah rugi merendah diri.
Tidak pernah rugi hadiahkan senyuman.
Tidak pernah rugi kongsi pengetahuan.
Yang penting lakukan apa sahaja dengan satu niat..
Kerana ALLAH SWT..

Satu peringatan untuk diri sendiri.
Agar bila berjaya terbang tinggi tak lupa bumi dipijak langit dijunjung.

I'M bACK

2 tahun tinggalkan blog ni..
Tanpa berita..
Bukan sahaja berita.
Jenguk pun jauh sekali.

Kini kembali.
Kembali menulis.
Kembali meluah rasa.
Kembali bercerita.

Cuma harap cita-cita akan jadi nyata.
Tak seperti selalu, konon banyak nak cerita.
Tapi sunyi tanpa berita.
Senyap tanpa kata.

Sekian.
Coretan ringkas pemula bicara.

Ahmad Fatih dan Lego

Ahmad Fatih boleh duduk dua tiga jam dengan lego.

Diam jer..

Bukan sajer diam, malahan x boleh dikacau dan ditegur.

 

Memula aku risau gak tgk dia diam jer.

Tapi bila tengok apa yang dia buat aku biarkan jer.

Kekadang syok juga.

Seronok tengok kekereatifan dia.

Kekadang aku pun tak terpikir dia boleh buat macam tu.

 

Yang tak tahan cuma satu.

Dia punya sepah memang menyirap jer la.

Nasib baik aku yang kini bukan lagi yang dulu.

Kalau dulu2 aku mana blh tengok bersepah mcm ni.

Nescaya aku ngamuk.

Sekarang, aku biarkan jer.

Malam dah nk tido baru kemas.

 

 

Jom tengok apa dia buat.

Itu hasil sepahan yang dia buat. Masalahnya jgn tolong kemas nanti dia marah. Tapi last2 kita gak yang kemas.
Owhhh.. itu kren kata dia

Sponge bob... kata dia "ummi, kaki dia boleh jauh blh rapat"

Antara robot dan bangunan yang dia buat.

Aku x tau aper. Tapi aku suka.

Pun aku suka.

"Ini nanti jadi menara opis abg ya", kata ku kat ahmad fatih

Ini yang latest...

Nota kaki entri ini : Ini masa kualiti dia ngan ayah dia. Suami aku paling suka layan dia buat benda ni. Kekadang dia boleh buat pertandingan 2 org tu. Saper buat paling cantik dia menang.

Ahmad Faris dan Tisu

Ahmad Faris sangat sukakan tisu.

Sekotak tisu sebulan tak cukup untuk dia.

 

Ok. Saya kena admit yang dia sangatlah pembersih.

Baju kotor sket nk tukar.

Mulut kotor sket nk lap tisu.

Kaki terpijak air sket nk basuh.

Tangan kotor sket sibuk nk basuh.

Lepas basuh sibuk cari tisu.

Selagi tak jumpa tisu maka tangan dia akan terangkat dan terbuka.

Mulut tak abes2 cakap "geli".

Itu la ahmad faris sekarang.

 

Kalau makan tangan mesti pegang tisu.

Pastu dah lap sekali mesti kena tukar tisu lain.

Tak boleh pakai tisu yang sama.

Meh tengok macam mana stail mengada2 dia sekarang...

Makan limau sambil tengok tv..  tisu mesti ada..

Bila air limau meleleh kat tangan dia, dah mula la dia mengelap. Makan x seberapa, mengelap tangan yang lebih

Dah siap pun sama, kena lap lagi. Lepas lap basuh. Pastu lap lagi.

Nota kaki entri ini : Alhamdulillah dapat seoarang anak yang pembersih. Kalau tengah makan ada kuah gulai yang tertitis atas meja makan, dia sibuk minta tisu untuk lap. Tisu dah masuk senarai kena beli tiap bulan sekarang ni. Nasib baik pampers cuma kena beli utk ahmad farid sahaja.

Breastfeeding Part 3... The Journey

Sebut pasal "Journey" ni, dah jauh sebenarnya perjalanan aku sebagai seorang ibu yang bekerja dan menyusu. Insyaallah, dipanjangkan umur serta dikurniakan kesihatan oleh ALLAH SWT, akan genap 5 tahun aku menyusu pada 26 Feb 2014 ni. Tanpa henti tau... Sama umur ngan ahmad fatih la. Alhamdulillah... murah rezeki kami sekeluarga.

Yaaaa.. tanpa henti aku menyusu bermula dari ahmad fatih dilahirkan sampai la sekarang. Yaaaa, walau mengandung aku tetap menyusu. Aku pernah cerita sebelum ni kat sini. Macam2 dah jadi sepanjang hampir 5 tahun ni... Teringat bagaimana aku bermula sebagai seorang yg innocent... hahahaha.. innocentnya.. sampai la sekarang, aku kira aku dah jatuh kategori senior kut.

Walau senior, tak bermakna aku dah master dalam bab2 menyusu ni, tp boleh la kalau aku nk share sket2.. Aku pun masih belajar.. Buktinya, pamplet yang aku dapat masa memula aku belajar menyusu dulu sampai sekarang aku masih simpan. ader melekat kat peti ais tu... kalau ahmad fatih kacau, sanggup aku kejar dia satu rumah... sayang tuuuu...

 

Hospital yang bagi aku... Banyak info kat pamplet yg satu ni.

Eh... jap... tajuk tadi the journey kan? ok back to niat asal aku bila aku taip "the journey" tadi.Sebenarnya aku nk share pasal scheduling of pumping...

Sepanjang tempoh aku menyusu ni satu yang aku maintain dari dulu sampai skrg adalah schedule aku mengepam. Sangat penting ya ibu2 sekalian. Kenapa korang tanyer? Yer la, bila kita mengepam ni, satu cara utk pastikan hasil pengepaman kita sama jer sepanjang masa adalah dengan memastikan schedule pengepaman kita adalah sama setiap hari. kalau tak sama pun, hampir sama la...

eh, tak boleh nk menten?
keje tak tentu masa?
kena outstation, tak boleh nk cari masa mengepam?
eh, eh, eh eh... alaaaaaa... x boleh la...

ok. itu semua alasan.
Meh nk tanyer...
Sesibuk mana pun korang keje ada x sampai tak lunch?
ataupun sampai tak blh rehat petang kalau kursus tu?
Eh, tak boleh lunch? takder rehat petang??
ish ish ish... zalimnya bos korang...
heheheheh.. aku tau bunyinya sangat sarkastik.

Sebenarnya, yang nk aku gambarkan adalah masa boleh dicari.
Ini schedule aku dari dulu sampai sekarang...

Session 1
5.30am 
Bangun2 tido pagi, terus aku pam...
dapat la dalam 6-10oz.

Session 2
12.30pm - 2.30pm
Most of the time aku akan pam time lunch... tapi kekadang cepat sket, kekadang lambat sket, tp dalam jangka masa tu la..
time ni dapat la dalam 10 - 16oz.

Session 3
5.00pm - 7.00pm
ini biasanya sebelum aku balik keje la.. kalau ader kursus lepas abes sesi petang aku pam la...
dpat la dalam 6-10oz juga...

Session 4
11.00pm - 12.00pm
ini biasanya abes sesi malam... kalau kursus la...
dapat dalam 6-8oz

Session 1 sampai 3 tu aku buat kalau aku keje macam biasa dan takder apa2 kursus atau outstation. Takder la session 4, sebab bila sampai umah jer, hero2 aku kompom gayut tak ingat.
Session 1 sampai 4 tu aku buat kalau aku kursus sampai malam atau kena outstation la kan. 

Each session aku akan normally pam 10minit. Paling lama adalah 15 minit. Which is sgt jarang. 

Alhamdulillah, setakat ni macam tu la jadual pengepaman aku, dan aku berjaya menyusu 2 anak aku sampai 2 tahun.. In fact ahmad fatih sampai 3 tahun setengah, and ahmad faris sekarang 2 tahun 11 bulan, masih lagi meyusu share dgn ahmad farid yang 3 bulan.

Alhamdulillah... murah rezeki mereka dapat menyusu susu ibu.

Owwhhhh ya... aku bernasib baik sebab aku keje gomen. Jadi time tu blh la aku arrange sket2. Namun tak seme la senang bagai yang dirancang. Keje aku ni byk outstation, wajib la sekali sebulan. kekadang sebulan 3 kali pun ada. And sekali outstation wajib 5 hari waktu bekerja. Dan ada sampai ke sabah pun. Dengan semua halangan tu serta mengamalkan jadual macam di atas aku masih dapat menyusukan anak sampai 2 tahun, serta dapat mengepam dan mengekalkan production susu.

Alhamdulillah, aku bukan nk riak, tapi aku sangat bersyukur. Sebab aku tahu seme yang terjadi adalah rezeki dari Allah untuk aku dan keluarga. Tapi aper pun, rezeki tak datang terpijak. Semua kena usaha. Dan Allah dah janjikan, setiap yang berusaha akan pasti dapat hasilnya...

Petua aku? Aku tak der mengamalkan apa petua.. cuma yang aku sentiasa pastikan :
1. Walau macam mana sibuk atau letih atau malas pun aku, schedule kat atas tu wajib ikut.
2. Walau jauh mana atau lama mana pun aku pegi, aku akan doa pada Allah, susu aku ada untuk anak2 aku. Jangan kurang walau terpisah 5 hari.
3. Pemakanan kena jaga juga la... aku banyak minum air masak. 2L sehari memang kompom. Biasanya lebih. And kalau mood nk diet datang, sehari aku wajibkan juga amik nasi sekali. Kalau menyusu insyaallah korang akan automatic kurus walau tak diet. Jangan bimbang kay.
4. Apa lagi ek... Aku pun tak tau... setakat ni itu jer aku rasa... aku tak amik any supplement. Dulu masa memula menyusukan ahmad aftih, ada gak la cuba, tp aku ni kalau bab supplement memang fail...
5. Aku ingat yg paling penting, adalah doa kepada ALLAH SWT. Walau macam mana usaha kalau korang tak minta dan Yakin  pada Yang Kuasa, maka usaha pun entah kemana.. tapi doa harus disusuli usaha yang berterusan ek.. Aku bukan sempurna, bukan juga ustazah, tapi aku share apa yang aku buat... 

Nota kaki entri ini : Aku penah mengepam sambil drive. Puncanya bukan la sebab terlalu sibuk, Tapi aku terlalu malas nk pam. Tapi bila masuk kete aku rasa rugi kalau tak pam, so aku pam la juga sambil drive. Aku yang cari susah kan... hihihihi

Demoralize

Aku sangat down tika ini.

Down giler.

Down sampai aku rasa aku kecik sangat.

Down sampai aku rasa aku bodoh sangat.

Down sampai aku rasa aku tak layak duduk dgn seme orang.

Down sampai aku rasa aku ibu yang paling teruk.

Down sampai aku rasa tak layak jadi isteri untuk suami aku.

Down untuk buat apa sahaja.

Down untuk cakap apa sahaja.

Down sampai rasa serba serbi tak kena.

Down! Down! Down!

 

Kala ini aku rasa kalau dekat dengan orang..

Tak kira suami, anak atau rakan-rakan..

Aku akan musnahkan harapan dan perancangan mereka.

Seriously!

Help me!!!!

 

Aku rasa terlalu rendah diri.

I cannot help myself anymore.

The worst is, i cant even cry.

What should i do to release all this uneasy feelings.

Help me, please.....

 

 

I went to the bookstore yesterday.

Actually, just a stop by before doing something else planned earlier.

and suddenly, i do think i need a self help reference.

I found one book, and i hope this could help as a beginning.

 

Confidence by Dr Rob Yeung

 

It's quite some time since i last read this kind of book.

I did read between those time, but just a novel.

Tonnes of them lately.

It's entertaining, but it doesnt help in improving my motivation.

So hopefully i can finish up this book within the short period.

Not only finish reading,
but also get something to boost up the motivation,

self esteem, self belief or on other words
my CONFIDENCE towards me, myself. 

 

Footnote : Babbling here is actually one way which i found can reduce a bit my stress.
But, knowing myself, i dont know how long it'll remain.  

 

Pengalaman Bersalin...

Dah 3 kali bersalin kan. Tiga kali la juga debarannya sama. Sama kuat sama hebat.
Begitulah sakitnya. Sama jer sakit.
Ramai yang kata... "Dah nk masuk 3 kali ni dah biasa kan?? Ala rilek jer"
Cuba ko rasa tengok. Boleh rilek tak??
ooooo.. korang boleh. Ok fine. Aku tak leh.

Seriously... sakitnya x sama.
In fact yang ke-3 ni adalah pengalaman paling istimewa untuk aku.
Naper istimewa???
Aku sakit kali ni berbeza sket... Sebelum bersalin sakitnya tak seberapa.
Bukan tak sakit. Memang sakit. Mana ada nk bersalin tak sakit. Yer tak?
Cuma kali ni sakitnya aku masih boleh bertahan... Sampai hospital aku boleh rilek pegi mendaftar sendiri.
Dengan lenggang mak limahnya.
Siap tolak offer wheelchair yang nurse tu nk kasi.

Aku : "Eh tak per la, saya boleh jalan lagi ni."
Nurse : "Takper puan, dah sampai hospital ni, boleh jalan ker tak, tetap kena naik wheelchair"
Aku : Baiklah...

Terpaksa redho. Hihiihii..
Sampai labour room. Doktor cek dah terbuka 5cm tau. Masa tu dalam pukul 9.30++ macam tu.
Doktor pulak tgh handle satu kes lagi..
Aku pun rilek la sambil tggu doktor.

Aku : Abang, tolong la sayang bukakan tv tu. Sambil2 tggu ni blh la tgk.
Hubbyku : Tak der remote la syg. Kita borak2 jer la...
Aku : Eh, tak per la. Abg pegi la semayang n makan dulu. Pastu daftar masuk. Sayang ok lagi ni. Nanti nk bersalin abg kena ader sebelah. Baik setelkan seme dulu.

Seriously, walau dah 5cm buka, aku memang boleh rilek sangat. Siap boleh berzikir dgn tenang sambil tggu hubbyku. Kalau yang sebelum-sebelum ni, 2cm aku dah kelam kabut. Sakit gila. Apa pun tak ingat. Langsung tak leh handle.

Jam 10. 45 mcm tu, nurse datang lagi..

Nurse : Mari la nk cek lagi puan. Anak ke tiga biasa cepat.
Aku : Ok
Nurse : Eh, dah 8cm. Saya kena prepare dah ni utk puan bersalin.
Aku : Dr dah siap kat sana??
Nurse : Jangan bimbang puan, nanti puan nk bersalin dia datang.
Aku : Saya nk msg husband saya la, minta dtg sini. Dia pegi daftar tak setel2 lagi dari td.

10 minit mcm tu doktor datang, tengok ECG. Hubbyku pun dah sampai.

Doktor : Contraction tak kuat mana ni. U rasa sakit tak?
aku : Hurmmmm... sakit doktor. Tapi ok lagi ni.
Doktor : Mari saya tgk baper cm dah buka.
......
Doktor : Eh, dah 10cm ni. U sakit tak ni. U dah kena teran ni...

Ini permulaannya. Permulaan kesakitan yang teramat sangat.
Kenapa sakit??
Sakit sebab aku tak rasa sakit tp kena teran.
Seriously abes tenaga.
Sakit memang ada. Cuma bukan sakit yang sebabkan aku boleh meneran dengan jayanya.
Doktor pulak kena cakap. "Ok ros, contraction tu, teran."
Aku pun teran. Memang tak berhasil sebab aku tak rasa contractionnya. Tp tenaga habis.
Banyak kali mcm tu...
Akhirnya, dalam duk kelam kabut nk meneran tu, doktor terpaksa induce aku.
Ya Allah sakitnya baru datang bila dah induce. Sakit sesakit sakitnya... Allah jer yang tau..

Dan alhamdulillah, lepas induce, dua kali teran tak silap aku, baby dah kuar... Alhamdulillah...
Aku dah hampir berputus asa. In fact aku dah siap terlintas di pikiran, kalau last teran ni tak kuar lagi, aku nk mintak operate... Sakit sangat2222 ditambah aku dah takder kudrat nk meneran...
Lepas bersalin, aku tak boleh bangun. Tak macam bersalin  yang dua lagi. Aku rilek jer bangun. Masuk jer ward, boleh terus mandi.
Tapi kali ni, nk angkat baby pun tak larat. Tenaga kalau ada meter boleh baca kompom bacaannya 0.
Sahkan nk angkat baby, doktor letak baby yang baru lahir atas badan aku pun aku tak leh nk appreciate...

Dah la dengan kesakitan yg masuk hari esoknya pun x berkurangan, husband pulak tak dapat tggu aku di ward.
Sebabnya ahmad fatih tgh demam kat umah.
In fact masa aku tengah meneran utk kali yang terakhir tu, husband aku pegi angkat tepon.
Ingatkan nk marah lepas baby kuar tu. Sempat lagi kan.. heheheh
Rupanya dia kata, adik aku call. Dari hospital. Suhu fatih 39.5 deg C.
Dah la sakit bersalin blm abes. Sakit risau pulak datang. Allah jer yang tau.

Lepas sihat demam tu, naik pulak mcm chicken pox tu. Bawa ke klinik, rupanya HFMD.
And memang  HFMD macam tu. Demam dgn suhu tinggi, then bila sihat baru naik biji2 tu.
Sehari selepasnya baru jangkit pulak kat ahmad faris. Dan ia sememangnya senang berjangkit.
Maka dengan itu, ahmad farid terpaksa ditinggalkan di hosp selama 10 hari, baru bawa blk..

Eh, dah la.. panjang sangat dah ni.. Dah banyak melalut pun.
Dah la sekeping gambar pun tak der... Buhsan!!
Aper pun, itu la pengalaman bersalin paling sakit setakat ini.
Walaubagaimanapun, aku tak pernah serik.
Eh, silap... serik jap masa sakit tu.
Kikikiki..
Tapi sebetulnya kalau Allah masih bagi aku rezeki, aku terima dengan hati terbuka.


Nota kaki entri ini : Setiap kali mengandung lain peelnya... Lahir anak kedunia juga berbeza kerenahnya.. Namun itulah penyeri kehidupan... Itulah harta tak ternilai. Itulah amanah Allah yang perlu dijaga serta dididik dengan sempurna. Alhamdulillah, itulah rezeki tanpa nilai dari Yang Esa. Sesungguhnya kenangan sakit masa bersalin akan hilang bersama kenangan indah waktu membesarkan mereka..

My 3rd Hero

Alhamdulillah.. 11/12/13 genap la tiga bulan hero no. 3 saya..

Eh..

Hehehehe...

Alhamdulillah, saya dah ader 3 hero sekarang..

Bersyukur. Seronok. Letih. Tensen. Meriah.

Alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah.

Murah rezeki Allah untuk saya.

Harta tak bernilai untuk saya...

 

Ini yang no. 3...

Buah hati pengarang jantung saya...

Dilahirkan pada 11 September 2013

Pada Jam 11.17 mlm

Dengan berat 3.33kg.
Diberi nama Ahmad Farid bin Asri.

Day 1

 

Day 4 or 5.. masih di hosp. Kena kuarantin sebab tak leh balik umah...

 

Bersalin kali ke-3 ni betul-betul mencabar.

Aku kira ini berlaku adalah atas faktor umur yang dah semakin meningkat.

Hehehehe. Ini gelak sedar diri yang malu2... Hahahahah 

Selain pengalaman bersalin paling sakit, ia juga jadi yg paling merisaukan.

Baby dilahirkan, abang-abang dia kat umah pulak kena HFMD (Hand foot and mouth disease).

So, terpaksa la tinggalkan baby kat hospital dulu.

Takut berjangkit.

Day 10 baru boleh bawa dia balik umah.

 

 

Tak ingat dah day berapa.. tapi baru blh balik umah sehari dua..
mungkin day 11 or 12

Ni masa raya haji...

 

Masa raya haji aku adalah masih berpantang.

Namun begitu, demi menjadi isteri mithali serta menantu yang disenangi.. ecewahhh.

Aku ikut suami balik kampung.

Yang benarnya, tak best kut kalau 

suami and anak2 balik beraya kita duk umah.

tak ker syahdu mcm tu???

Walau raya haji jer..

So aku ikut la. Dengan stokin dan kain batik sebagai uniform raya.

Alaaaaaaa... raya haji jer punnnn...

hahahahaha...

 

Sebelum dan selepas cukur.

 

Garang kan bila dia dah takder rambut.

Itu gen ayahnya okkk..

Kalau ikut aku kompom manis...

 

 

Tembam kan... Hampir 2 bulan. Timbang masa cek 2 bulan adalah 6.19 kg.

 

Masa cek 2 bulan, doktor pesan...

"Jangan banyak sangat menyusu ya farid, sila exercise".

Hahahahah.. Doktor adalah sangat cute.

Aku ingat seme ped adalah begitu.

Kalau tak mereka bukan pediatirician.

 

 

Tembam kannnnn.. tengok lengan and jari dia. Ko aderrr?? Hahahaha

Ni gambar spesyel. Ahmad fatih yg capture... Latest ni.
3 bulan dah umurnya. 

 Aku bersyukur sangat2.

Sebelum bersalin kerisauan utama aku adalah abang2nya.

Ahmad fatih dan ahmad faris adalah sangatttttttttt aktif orangnya.

namun, kerisauan aku tinggal kerisauan semata-mata.

Ahmad fatih adalah abang yang penyayang.

Dah boleh jaga adik.

Dah boleh nyanyi utk adik.

Dah boleh pujuk adik ketika menangis.
Ahmad faris pula abang yang protective.

Nobody can actually touch his brother.

Langsung tak boleh.

Walaupun nenek dia.

Hahahahaha..

Aku tahu. Dia over protective!!!

 

Ahmad faris. Sayang sangat ngan adik dia.

Ahmad fatih. Dah pandai jaga adik.

Nota kaki entri ini :

Ahmad fatih dan ahmad faris adalah dua anak yang sangat supportive.

Seme benda mereka boleh tolong.

Tolong buang pampers.

Tolong amikkan baju baby.

Tolong buai baby.

Sampai kekadang bergaduh nk membantu.
Alhamdulillah...

Moga Ahmad farid juga jadi begitu nanti

Moga anak2ku Ahmad Fatih, Ahmad Faris dan Ahmad Farid menjadi anak2 yang soleh.

 

Toilet Sign

Daku dihantar berkursus ke hotel regency hari ni. Std place yg mesti nk kena visit pasti la toilet kan...

Pastu sblm masuk toilet mesti la cek dulu mana satu toilet wanita kan...

Then, daku lihat sign ni very sweet... hahahahahah... trs amik gbr...

Bila daku tgk kan daku bayangkan begini. Lelaki tu jeling yg pompuan tu. Yg pompuan pula tertunduk malu...

Hahahahahaha... psycho kah aku menterjemah begitu??? Ahhh pedulik!!!! Comel jer...

Pneumonia

Kalau boleh aku tak nk cerita lagi pasal benda ni. In fact, nk ingat pun aku takut. Tapi bagus juga kalau aku dapat share, agar kita semua, especially kaum2 ibu boleh la mengambil sedikit pengajaran dan tauladan daripada pengalaman aku ni...


Sesungguhnya, pengakhiran 2012 dan permulaan 2013 adalah satu jangka masa yang sangat tough buat aku... Lets forget about 2012 dulu, yg tu nanti aku cerita..

Dalam bulan januari 2013, to be exact 29 Januari 2013, ahmad fatih telah dimasukkan ke hospital.
Hampir sebulan juga, sehingga 16 Februari 2013.
Malah sempat duduk di PICU sehari.
Sebabnya adalah Pneumonia (paru-paru berair).

Sebenarnya dia dah mula tak sihat dari awal januari.
Sempat warded sehari semalam (8 - 9 januari 2013) pasal cirit birit sehingga dehydrated.
Sempat berulang alik ke hospital 4 atau 5 kali tak silap aku sebab demam dengan suhu yang tinggi.
Suhu yang tinggi tu adalah antara 39 - 41 deg C.
Ada sekali tu sampai menggeletar sebab suhu yang terlalu tinggi.
Selsema..
Batuk..
Selsema ok lepas doktor tukar ubat buat kali pertama.
Tapi batuk memang tak kurang...

Sehingga lah 29 Januari tu aku bawa dia jumpa doktor sebab tengok penafasan dia yang macam tercungap2 dah...
Bila x-tray sebelah paru-paru dia dah dipenuhi air.
Paling ngeri doktor kata mungkin dah ader nanah.
Semiggu di columbia hospital doktor bagi antibiotik jer.
Namun masih begitu, sekejap demam kejap ok.
Batuk ada kurang sket.
Namun kekadang teruk juga.
Pastu doktor kata nk buat ct scan utk tgk apa sebenarnya dalam paru-paru dia.
Dah buat ct scan kena pulak anta film xtray tu ke gleneagles hospt utk sahkan apa sebenarnya.
Bila doktor di Gleneagles kata memang dah ader nanah dia proposed utk transfer fatih ke PPUM...
Kata dia di PPUM ada full team, ader peads respiratory specialist, ader peads surgeon dll peads specialist la...
Di gleneagles pun ader.
Tapi time tu dekat raya cina.
Dia nk cuti panjang.
So tak mau terima case lagi.

Ni masa dekat columbia hospital. Ini jer gambar masa dia sakit yang aku ader. Masa di PPUM langsung xder. Sebabnya aku tak suka amik gambar orang sakit. Ini pun tak silap aku mak su nya yang amik.

Pada 05 Feb 2013, transfer to PPUM, 06 feb 2013 fatih masuk operation room.
Buat chest tube, minor operation jer...
Kata doktor tak sampai sejam. Paling lama pun sejam...
Tapi dua jam aku tunggu kat luar OT, fatih masih tak keluar.
Bila husband tanyer rupa-rupanya, sebelah lagi paru2 fatih tak baper kuat utk support penafasan dia.
So dia perlukan bantuan penafasan dan maka itu perlu dirawat secara rapi di PICU...
Lama sebab tunggu PICU datang amik fatih..

Adoiiiiiiii.. walaupun semua dah kembali ok, tp aku masih sebak bila duk taip balik detik2 ni...

Alhamdulillah, fatih di PICU cuma sehari.
Sempat masuk darah malamnya..
Masuk petang 6 feb keluar petang 7 feb dan di transfer ke wad biasa..
Alhamdulillah..
Alhamdulillah..
Alhamdulillah..
xder yg lain mampu aku katakan.

Walaupun dah di ward biasa byk juga prosedur lain yang dibuat..
Masukkan uerogynist (sori kalau salah eja) utk cair dan keluarkan nanah dari paru2 thru chest tube yg dipasang.
Masih terus dgn antibiotik, dll...
Alhamdulillah.
Demam pun perlahan-lahan takder...
Batuk pun dah xder..
So, 16 feb tu fatih dah dibenarkan keluar dari hospital.
Tapi waktu tu paru2 dia masih belum clear dari jangkitan virus tu.
Doktor dah set kan appmnt utk aku hadiri.

Ni masa dah kuar hospital. Dah sihat tp belum clear sepenuhnya virus. So doktor cadangkan jangan keluar ke public area. Kalau nk keluar doktor suruh pakai mask. Tp ahmad fatih ni time amik gambar ni jer dia pakai. Lepas tu sibuk la nk tanggal. Jarangnya lekat...

But now, alhamdulillah, semua pun dah ok.
Yang masih fobia cuma aku.
Pantang fatih batuk sket pun aku dah gelabah.
Tak payah batuk.
Dia bersin pun aku kelam kabut.
Sungguh.
Doktor dah komfemkan dia dah clear dan paru2 dia dah sepenuhnya sihat.
Namun...
Aku masih belum clear dari detik2 yang mencemaskan sepanjang januari dan februari.

Ni dia dah sihat sepenuhnya. Gambar ni pun dia yang capture sendiri. Dia memang suka bergambar..

Pajang sangat dah cerita aku... so lets wrap up..

Ini yang dapat aku share :

1. Kalau anak batuk2 sampai hampir lebih 2 minggu, baik kita monitor closely. Especially penafasan dia kalau dia tercungap-cungap tu. Bawa la jumpa pakar.

2. Kalau demamnya dengan suhu yang terlalu tinggi, pastu kejap datang kejap pergi, juga perlukan perhatian yang khusus. especially kalau lebih dari seminggu. Jumpa paeds la. Jangan jadi macam aku. Fatih suhuya tinggi time tgh malam. So aku berlari ke hospital bhgn emergency . Jumpa doktor biasa jer. Malam2 mana ader peads yang bertugas. Dia kata seme ok, Cuma demam panas. Aku walau x sedap hati tetap tak bawa fatih jumpa paeds. Aku ingat dua atau tiga kali juga aku ke hospital bhgn emergency tgh2 mlm. Semua doktor tu pun kata ok. tp bila jumpa dr hew pada 29hb jan tu la baru dapat tahu semua. Tapi itu juga mungkin perjalanan dan dugaan utk aku. Cuma aku share utk pengetahuan korang yg membaca.

3. Kalau korang pegi hospital nk melawat saudara mara tak yah la bawak anak2. Especially yang bawah 12 tahun ni. Diarg bukan boleh naik atas pun. Mesti diarang akan main2 kat bawah kan? Macam tu la fatih sebelum dia sakit, dia pun ikut aku melawat atuk aku yg sakit di hospital. Aku kat atas, dia kat bawah main mcm2, guling sana sini, akrobatik tak kira tempat. Aku ingat ni juga antara tempat dia dapat virus tu. Itu cuma analisis yang aku dan suami buat, belum tentu betul, tp aku pikir ader relevannya. Lagipun tak rugi pun x bawa anak2, diarg bukan boleh masuk tgk pesakit pun.

4.Antibiotik. Aku percaya ramai yang tak suka makan antibiotik. Aku pun sama. Tapi aku nk korang tau yang antibiotik sangat penting. Sila habiskan antibiotik yang diberi walaupun korang dah sihat dari penyakit yang korang hidapi. Antibiotik sangat penting dalam membina sistem imunisasi badan utk melawan virus yang menyerang badan kita. Itu yang aku paham. So, kalau korang sihat tak semestinya virus tu dah mati semua. Mungkin masih ada yang duduk diam2 dalam badan kita. So bila kita stop antibiotik, dia pun mula bergerak aktif semula, dan kita pun sakit la balik. Ambil contoh ahmad fatih, dia ambil antibiotik sampai hampir 2 bulan. Eh, dua bulan lebih, march baru stop kut. Itu pun dua tiga kali tukar utk dapatkan antibiotik yang sesuai dengan dia masa kat hospital tu. Selagi tak sesuai selagi tu demam dia tak kebah, batuk dia tak kurang. Pastu walaupun dah discharge dari hospital, doktor terus sambung antibiotik dia. Sampai la xtray tunjuk paru2 dia ok baru doktor stop antibiotik dia. Nampak tak pentingnya antibiotik tu penting. So kalau korang tak mau abeskan atibiotik tu tak per la, tapi utk anak2 tolong la jadi zalim n paksa mereka abeskan. Antibiotik sangat la penting!!! Eh, korang pun kena habeskan juga tau, kalau sakit saper nk jaga suami dan anak2 kita???


Nota kaki entri ini : Fatih sangat kuat ketika dia sakit. Tapi lepas dia sakit dia dah tak nk ke sekolah. Dia pun sibuk nk cuti. Aku mungkin hantar dia tahun depan kut. Itu pun kalau aku tanye dia, dia akan jawab....

Ummi : Abang, tahun depan ummi hantar abg pegi sekolah ya?
Abang : Tak mau. Abang nk cuti!!!