MikaOne

My baby boy turns 1!

Can't believe it has been a year already.

Things went up and down for sure,

but overall, I think it mostly went up for us new parents.

Seeing this human being that we managed to bring out into the world,

to feed, nurture, play and share many things,

is both sad yet beautiful experience,

for every blink, every hug, every snuggle, and tickle,

he grows,

stronger, braver and independent.

it aches my heart,

as much as it makes me glad to see him advancing.

I quit my job, to be a full-time SAHM,

just so I don't miss out any of his milestones.

He learned to salam, to wave bye-bye, to snuggle when asked.

He makes more expressions and impressions.

He has teeth now, and he grins wider than ever.

My baby boy, even when you're 10, 20, 40 or even 75.

I'll always remember you as a wee little boy,

grinning ever so wide, so carefree and full of love.

Ibu and Babah loves you so much.

Mueez and Mateen, too.

p.s: Ibu nak nangis typing blog entry ni.

Tapi babah kaw ni, kuat sgt lak dia gelak2 main GTAv dgn Pak Ngah Rezza kaw... spoil... 

New SAHM Schedule (weekdays)

8.30am

Pretending to be sleeping while my son whines in this cot,

trying to wake me up.

approx. 8.45 - 9am

Wake up and Breakfast for Mika (with Storybots on TV)

Make Breakfast for Hubster, for work

10am

Bath time for Mika

Morning Playtime

11am

Mika's susu and naptime

11.30am

Ibu shower / Watch TV

approx. 12pm

Mika up from nap

Afternoon Playtime

1pm

Send Mika to nursery

Grocery shopping

approx. 2pm

Clean house:

Vacuum / Mop / Wash toilet / Laundry

or

Freelance job (if any)

or

Do nothing / Netflix and chill / Play PS4

5.30

Start to cook dinner

7pm

Pick up Mika from nursery

8pm

Mika's dinner

Hubby back from work

9pm

A little bit of night playtime

9.30pm

Mika's susu and bedtime

10pm

Clean up after:

wash dishes and bottles / Mika's dinner mess

11pm

Ibu's chill time

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Approx. 6-7am

Mika wakes up for susu 

and continue to sleep

Love HATE

Something about me...

My whole life, I have this odd love-hate relationship with Virgos. Just knowing people born under that zodiac sign gives me the icks...

As a Libra, we tend to TRY to be fair and just towards everybody. We're calm and collective, we're so-called romantic and spontaneous. 

Whereas Virgos, despite being just next to Libra, they're the opposite of us. They're ambitious and independent, very very logical, and especially wants everything their way, because to them, it's the best option.

My sister, my ex-bibik, and my husband.

They irritate me a lot more than they should, pushing me to my limit! But I can't help myself loving them, as much as they bug the hell out of me.

No, I'm not saying that I'm in a toxic relationship, I, of all people, should know what's a toxic relationship looks like (FEMINISM!). It's just that, there were times when I feel like choking them for killing my vibe all the time. They so tedious and tactical, they do things TOO strategically, things that they think is convenient for them, but definitely not me!

I, on the other hand, being a Libra, loves going spontaneously and romantically, like planning birthday pranks or going on a romantic dinner.. but no, they hate em, waste of money and energy. urghh!!!

Nonetheless, I love them Virgos very much. Just, sometimes, I feel like murdering them with bags of peanut butter!! (That doesn't make much sense, does it? But whatever)

why now la??

now Mika dah 8 bulan..

tetiba kan..

hati kuat je gendang2,

"best nya, bila next dapat baby girl? 

boleh pakai bows and dresses."

*snap to reality*

what the heck was that? 

another baby so soon for me?

trauma beranak pun tak habis lg.

tak yah cerita lah trauma topet tengok aku bersalin.

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maybe when Mika's a lil older lah.

Maybe 3 yo, or 13?

#familyplanning

#betterchildhood

#betterparenting

#bestlife

In my heart

Almost every day, when I look at my son, smiling and laughing, I thought, how lucky my son is, to have a family, people who care for him all around, to receive unconditional love. And I unconsciously compared him to babies who are tortured, abused, assaulted sexually and mentally, at a very young age before 1 year old.

I found myself teary and filled with guilt and anger, upon comparing my son to those unfortunate babies. I also question, will they ever heal if they survive such torture? will they be permanently affected by whatever scars they got?

To look at my son's smiling face, prying for attention, I imagine, what if my son were born from somebody else, with such abusive background? Where he'll get spanks instead of cuddles for crying? Where he'll be silenced instead of being fed for being hungry? Where he'll be ignored instead of played with, when learning to sit, stand or crawl?

I hug my son, praying and thanking Allah, for blessing us with him in our family. And pray that all the babies, toddlers, children and teenagers to be equally blessed with love from their family. Child abuse needs to end.

Mummy instinct gets stronger every day.

thank god~

I am very much thankful for a very functional family i have right now...

I actually try very hard not to be a clingy mom towards my baby, and let my husband has his moments with his son, and by moments, i don't just mean playtime.

My husband learned to bathe, change diapers, make bottle milk, babysit (with me around) so i can get that very very extra sleep i wanted on the weekend.

my husband very much knows how i looovveee sleeping in over the weekend. Just the other day, he let me sleep until nearly noon. I know how bad that sounded like, but, i've been up and about every other day, doing house chores and parenting...

so, it's a very balanced parenting lifestyle we're doing, because parenting isn't just a mom's job.

i'm very thankful for the family i have now, and there is no way in this world would i exchange it for another.

i love my boys

a letter from your newborn

Dear Mummy and Daddy

Please keep this letter from me in a place where you can read it and re-read it when things are rough and you are feeling down.

Please don’t expect too much from me as a new born baby, or too much from yourselves as parents. Give us both six weeks as a birthday present, six weeks for me to grow, develop, mature, and become more stable and predictable – six weeks for you to rest and relax and allow your body to get back to normal.

Please feed me when I am hungry, I never knew hunger in your womb and clocks and time mean little to me.

Please hold, cuddle, kiss, touch, stroke and croon to me. I was always held closely in your womb and have never been alone before.

Please forgive me if I cry a lot. I am not a tyrant who was sent to make your life miserable, the only way I can tell you I am not happy is with my cry, bear with me and in a short time, as I mature, I will spend less time crying and more time socializing.

Please take the time to find out who I am, how I differ from you and how much I can bring to you. Watch me carefully and I’ll tell you things which sooth, console and please me.

Please remember that I am resilient and can withstand the many natural mistakes you’ll make with me. As long as you make them with love, I cannot be harmed.

Please don’t be disappointed when I am not the perfect baby you expected nor be disappointed with yourselves when you are not the perfect parents.

Please take care of yourself; eat a balanced diet, rest, and exercise so that when we are together, you have the patience and energy to take care of me. The cure for a fussy baby is more rest for Mum.

Please take care of your relationship with each other. What good is family bonding if there is no family left for me to bond with.

Keep the “big picture” in mind. I’ll be like this for a very short time, though it seems like forever to you now. Although I may have turned your life upside down, please remind yourselves that things will be back to normal before long.

Enjoy me – I’ll never be this little again!





from: Babyology website