It’s been so long…


My Dear Son,

It’s been so long since I’ve last written. I barely have the time or energy these days. Much has been happening Alhamdulilah. You are now one week away from 19 months old. You are growing and learning so much Alhamdulilah.

Since the last time I wrote, you’ve been to Makkah and Madinah and thoroughly enjoyed yourself with all the family (Mom’s side and Dad’s side). You went with your father right to the Prophet’s (SAW) grave, Alhamdulilah. We did not take you on any umrahs this time round though as it was very hot and full. We left you with your grandparents, Alhamdulilah. It was so nice to be able to do that.

A few days after saying goodbye to the family in Makkah, we met up again back home in Cape Town. On the flight to Cape Town you were so good mashaAllah. You were the ultimate social butterfly, walking up and down the aisle,  talking and playing with all the people. They all loved your company! 

On one of our flights to Madinah though, it was the complete opposite! Shoo! What a nightmare that flight was! For all of us! You were shouting uncontrollably! We think you were overstimulated from all the sweets people had given you at the airport… Anyway, you seem to be quite the traveler since then, Alhamdulilah. 🙂

In Cape Town, you were quite the showman! You loved all the attention and people around you. You slept better (next to your Daadi) and you ate better too! Alhamdulilah! You definitely are a social boy.

Your three most used words these days are: more (taught by Papa), hot (taught by Daadi) and water (taught by Phoepoe) :). The word ‘more’ you use correctly most times, but ‘hot’ has become any and everything dangerous or bad, like when you knock your head against the wall. The wall then becomes ‘hot’ (I try to then use the opportunity to teach you the word ‘hard’, to no avail). ‘Water’ has become everything you could possibly drink. 🙂

The most recent big recording I have to make is your weaning off the breasts, Alhamdulilah. It didn’t take long. On the morning of 23 August, after breastfeeding you for a long time and still not getting you to sleep, I was exhausted and told your Daddy, today is the day. Your Daddy then tried to put you to sleep, to no avail. You knew what you wanted. You knew we were not giving it to you. You understood well what was happening. I also told you at one stage, “No more milk” and pointed to the breasts. So, the screaming, shouting, kicking and throwing things started and went on whole day basically. The next day wasn’t that bad, you just kept pulling at my tops, trying to get to what you wanted. Now and again you would vent out again. Nap times were the worst. You were only allowed one feeding a day, it was just before bed. I would breastfeed you to sleep. And that was it. Even if you woke in the night, which you still do, you just got cow’s milk from your sippy cup (now just water). After four days of just one night feeding every night, I replaced that with milk, sometimes Pediasure. You were absolutely fine. I think at this point you were  over the whole milk deal. 🙂 Three days and nights went by with absolutely no milk and I thought this must be it. And it was! Alhamdulilah. Took you about four days (and a lot of dua!) to say bye-bye to about one and a half years of attachment. Alhamdulilah! 🙂

Now, the next challenge awaits us as you take off your pants, stick your hands in your nappy, pull at your nappy, take off your nappy… Aaaaah! Drives me crazy! Your Dad has started putting you on the toilet once every night just before your bath.

The other thing we’re slowly conquering is you being able to be on your own for short periods, like when I need the bathroom. Before, I was never able to close the door because you would then shout and cry hysterically. Now, we are slowly getting there. I’m just letting you cry a bit sometimes. Earlier though, you were so determined that you managed to open the door on your own! I didn’t even know you could reach! So now I have to lock the door.

Besides reaching door handles though, you are able to stand on your little chair and open your room’s door with ease (something your Dad taught you). You’re also giving me a hard time as you grab anything you can think of to use as a step to get you places you can’t yet reach, like Mom and Dad’s bed.

You are becoming a big little boy now, Alhamdulilah. Moreso because you are going to be a big brother soon inshaAllah. Yes, we will soon welcome a new little bundle to our family. Ameen. And you will be showing your sister or brother all the tricks. 😉

With love,

Mommy

Crawling, eating and everything else


My Dear Son,

Over the last few weeks you have improved your crawling skills, Alhamdulilah. You now crawl with your upper body lifted, not sliding on the floor anymore, unless you’re feeling a bit lazy. 🙂

You’re also using things to pull yourself up a lot. Your dad puts pillows behind you so that if you topple over, you land nicely on a soft pillow :). You don’t love walking like you used to though :(.

You have been hanging onto my clothes a lot lately. Sometimes I don’t even see you there. Once or twice I moved while you were clinging onto my dress and then you lost your grip and slipped a bit. Nothing serious though, Alhamdulilah. I’ve lost count of all the small falls and knocks here and there. All part of growing :). You still follow me to the bathroom and cling onto the door, shouting for me to come out. The problem with that, aside from me being unable to use the bathroom in peace, is that, one, you could fall when I open the door, and, two, you don’t understand that for me to come out of the bathroom you have to let go of the door. So, it becomes a bit of a tricky situation.

I don’t know if separation anxiety is back or if you’re just going through a demanding phase, but it’s again become a bit difficult to leave you on your own. Not as bad as before though. So, Alhamdulilah. Now, you don’t cry as much, but scream for my attention. And you just want to be picked up all the time.

You don’t like your toys much. Not interesting enough for you. So I can forget about appeasing you with rattles and cars. You prefer the top tech stuff, like laptops, phones, remote controls… So I’m looking for a broken laptop, phone, remote control to give you… It’s not easy to find.

We had our first visit to the paediatrician a few days ago. But you don’t really like the doctors here. We had your blood taken to check your iron level. What a commotion! My boy can really scream! At the end of it, you were wet with sweat! And so was the nurse! Shame, that poor nurse! So, apparently, you have low iron, my baba, and you need to pick up on those kilos. So, I’m working really hard to get you to eat. You have a very small appetite. I would mostly just feed you as you wanted as I feared that if I force fed you you’d consequently attach negative things to food and eating. Recently, I even started letting you self feed with finger foods. But, now, it’s serious stuff. I want a chubby, healthy baby. So, since yesterday, I’ve been force feeding you. Not pleasant, but doable. After every spoon, you scream at me, but, Alhamdulilah, you don’t spit out, the food goes down. I feel like we had a little chat through all the screaming though. It’s like you’re telling me, “Okay, Mommy, you’re the boss. I don’t like it, but I understand, you’re the boss”. Lol!!!

I have to explore more variety foods for you, but since yesterday, we’ve gone back to purees. It’s easier to force feed with pureed foods :). At least once a day I think you should have a pureed fruit or vegetable.

Today, we went to the clinic for your measles vaccination. Even in Arabia different doctors say different things. We met a nice Indian doctor, I think you like him because you seemed very content in his room. He says you’re fine, your weight is fine, all you need is extra iron. Mmmm…

On a lighter note… I absolutely love that you come and find me in the middle of the night when you wake up. You don’t scream and cry much, you simply crawl from your room to mine, which is right opposite yours. We leave both your room door and mine ajar so it’s easy for you. You then open the door further and crawl out and in :).

A quick note on your teething progress… Little Mr. Tooth No. 1 and 2 are well on their way :). Alhamdulilah, you’re not teething badly at all. 🙂

With love,
Mommy