Teething, Day 2


My Dear Son,

Day 2 of teething. My heart breaks to see you so listless and unsettled. I wish that little tooth would introduce itself already. It’s sharper today so it’s coming. You lay in my arms as I type this on my phone, warm and fidgety in your sleep. I have to be extra careful because you wake at the slightest move I make. You’ve been laying in my arms all day, on and off the breasts, pretty much like yesterday. You fight with your father and I when we try to give you any medicine. We can’t win the fight when you’re so sick, so we’ve decided to just let you be. I think it’s okay because, Alhamdulilah, your temperature is fine. I wonder how much longer before Mr. Tooth No. 1 comes. I hope it’s not going to be like this with every 20 milk teeth. I feel so helpless :(. Your dad says this is just the beginning. We still have chicken pox, measles and I don’t know what else down the line! May Allah, Most Compassionate, grant us sabr (patience). Ameen. On the up side, Alhamdulilah, we’re still able to make you smile and laugh occasionally, when you’re not feeling too down and out, and you’re still eating :), you shared a bite or two with us. So that’s all positive, Alhamdulilah. ๐Ÿ™‚

Maybe Mr. Tooth No. 1 will come tomorrow. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Ameen!

With love,
Mommy

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Bring on the Pancakes! :)


My Dear Son,

The time has come, Alhamdulilah! Bring on the pancakes! ๐Ÿ™‚ That first little tooth is finally emerging. Yesterday, you put my finger in your mouth, as you sometimes do, and there it was, a pointy piece of a bottom tooth. ๐Ÿ™‚ InshaAllah, we hope to meet Mr. Tooth No. 1 soon. I don’t know how long it takes to shoot out, but I’m guessing around a week.

Yesterday, you were fine, Alhamdulilah, your normal happy self. Today, though, I can see the symptoms coming. You’re clingy, a bit crabby, restless yet very tired, and feverish. Last night you didn’t sleep well and you’re refusing to let me put anything on your gums, but, Alhamdulilah, you still open your mouth for some biscuit snacks and, Alhamdulilah, you accepted a bit of oats this morning. But, overall, it seems the breasts are the ultimate soother, Alhamdulilah. May Allah, Most Compassionate, make this an easy and quick time for you, my baby, Ameen.

With love,
Mommy

Your World


My Dear Son,

Today, I looked at you and I thought, What world will you grow up in? Today, a day of injustices and malice, it doesn’t matter whether you are 7 or 70, people are killing people like flies, and I think to myself, this is your world, this is the world in which you were born. This is the place you will grow up in. SubhanaAllah. Only Allah, Most Merciful, knows… In the end, we are all mere creations following a Divine Plan. May Allah, Most Merciful, continue to shelter you from the evil of this world. May He, Most Merciful, keep your soul pure, from beginning to end. Ameen.ย May He, Most High, help us show you a world of love and understanding. May we always be able to make your home a safe abode, an escape from the world outside and a remembrance of Allah’s Mercy. Ameen.

With love,
Mommy

Bye-bye, Separation Anxiety! ;)


My Dear Son,

There’s always so much happening in your day. Alhamdulilah, you are now crawling (in your unique kinda way) at a super fast speed, climbing on things, over things, up things and down things. You are kneeling on your own, supporting yourself upright on your knees, changing positions: from sitting, to laying, to crawling, to kneeling… Over your last few ‘ordinary’ days much more has happened…

About two days ago you stood up on your own while supporting yourself on a pillow against the wall. You stood like that for about 3 seconds before falling backwards and landing in my arms, Alhamdulilah. You’re very eager to start standing up on your own. InshaAllah, we’re going to get you something to lift yourself up against soon. You’ve been testing different items in the house, looking around for something solid and high enough to support yourself against. As it is, the house is an open space for you to crawl and play, baby safe, and at the same time sunnah driven – we sit and eat on the floor. ๐Ÿ™‚ But we forgot that you need motivation and challenge. So we’re going to get some tables and chairs.

Last night, during supper, you fell back, on your head (first time), while both your father and I were sitting right there. You missed the carpet and fell, bang, on the tiled floor. Your movements are so swift, you’re everywhere! So much so that neither your father nor I were quick enough. Shoo! It took you a second or two of big-eyed staring and then you exploded with tears. It was a hard knock but somehow I think it was my shocked reaction that had most of your tears going. Next time you fall, I’ll try applauding and see your reaction. ๐Ÿ™‚

Alhamdulilah! ๐Ÿ™‚ย We’ve said bye-bye to separation anxiety, for good, I hope. I’ve been able to leave you playing by yourself whole week, while I salah, wash the dishes or grab something to eat. I’m not yet comfortable doing bigger chores or showering while I leave you by yourself, but Alhamdulilah, I’m extremely grateful that you can sit by yourself for short periods. Yesterday, you even turned around, leaving me behind, while you trailed after your father’s footsteps. Alhamdulilah! ๐Ÿ™‚

You are currently your father’s biggest source of laughter. He was overtaken by laughter when you got yourself stuck behind a camping chair one evening, insisting to get to him through the chair, not understanding the logic of going around the chair. Ai, and your father just keeps saying ‘reverse! reverse!’ in fits of laughter, rather than getting up and helping you, which he did, eventually, after he was exhausted from laughter. Aah! You give me endless things to write about! Your dad says this is just the beginning of your many comedy shows to come. We’ll wait with excitement and cheers in the front row. ๐Ÿ™‚

While we’ve happily said goodbye to separation anxiety, we have sadly welcomed back sleep deprivation ๐Ÿ˜ฆ You just have to sleep on the breast. Ai. The thing is though, sometimes you can’t fall asleep at the breast, but, at the same time, you don’t want to be rocked or be put to sleep any other way. What am I to do? Last night, you screamed like crazy. Alhamdulilah, your dad calmed you nicely into Dreamland. You were so nicely falling asleep without the breast for some time and now we’re back to sqaure one. So now we’re trying our version of ‘sleep training’ again – sometimes hard rock, sometimes slow rock, sometimes walking, sometimes jumping (whatever works at that moment) and thikr. Today seemed to have gone better than the last few nights, Alhamdulilah. May it get better, Ameen.

Tonight is your first night in your own room. ๐Ÿ™‚ It feels so peaceful in your room, Alhamdulilah. Just the recitation of Al-fatiha playing. ๐Ÿ™‚ Sweet dreams, my little angel.

With love,
Mommy

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Family, oats and tissues!


My Dear Son,

Our days have become very quiet in Arabia. It’s quite a contrast to what you were used to back home. But, Alhamdulilah, there’s positives and negatives to every change. You should always know that you have an extremely caring and loving family back home though, from grandparents, aunties and uncles to cousins. They’re all mad about you and are missing you a lot. There’s really nothing like family. Alhamdulilah.

We have been skyping with everyone back home. It is really a blessing that we can maintain contact, Alhamdulilah. You are, however, still very confused by the whole see-you-through-the-computer-screen thing. You just stare at everyone. It’s not how they know you but I think two or three more tries and you’ll be your old babble self again. Ameen.

Right now you are sitting next to me, reaching out to, once again, grab the cord of the radio, after I have taken it from you so many times today. You have so many toys around you, but how your eyes and hands catch the exact things it shouldn’t, I don’t know. You had a nice full supper Alhamdulilah. Carrots and oats. Oats for supper? Yep, as long as you’re eating and putting on those kilos, you can have oats the whole day! Mmmm… But maybe that’s not the best idea, hey. I don’t want you to be a picky eater. It’s really your favourite food right now though. Almost never fails, with a bit of brown sugar, of course. Ai, that sweet tooth! Another thing you love right now is pineapple juice! Well, I’m not sure if you love it or if you’re just fascinated with the straw and that you can now drink through a straw. Yes, you can drink through a straw, since yesterday!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Now I’m just waiting for your food to digest – as you now pull out and tear up the tissues you just got your hands on, your latest favourite activity – before I put you in your bath. Okay, I think it’s about time now. Let’s get that water running! ๐Ÿ™‚

With love,
Mommy

Separation Anxiety


My Dear Son,

It’s been a while since I last wrote, much has happened though. We are now living in Arabia, Alhamdulilah. Daddy, you and I.

Daadi, Mama, Papa and your aunties and uncles are all missing you back home, wondering if you are missing them too. I don’t know if you are. I don’t know if you realise that we have moved, that we are in a different place, that there are people missing from your everyday. You seem to be adapting well though, Alhamdulilah. You are also sleeping more peacefully, Alhamdulilah. You are developing well, MashaAllah.

37 weeks old. Right now you are refusing to let me put you down. Somehow we’ve landed back to sleeping on the breasts (probably from the time you were sick). You have always hated being alone but these days I can barely put you down before you start crying a heartwrenching cry. Two words come to mind. Separation anxiety? That’s what the ‘experts’ call it. Babies don’t understand the concept of leaving and returning. So, when I leave you, you think I’m never coming back. My dear son, how do I reassure you that, when I leave you, as long as Allah (SWT) wills, I will always return to you, I haste to return to you. What I don’t understand is, each time I come back, does it not help you understand that I will always come back, inshaAllah? But then again, the experts say your memory is incomplete at this stage. So, does that mean you don’t remember me leaving and coming back? Mmmm… Oh, well… I just have to keep reminding myself that this stage too will pass, just like the latching difficulties and the runny popo nappies soiling your good clothes after nearly every feed. Just as those phases have passed, this will as well. Ameen. May it be sooner rather than later. Ameen.

With love,
Mommy