Fiamma Khalishabira greeted the world on 23 December 2011, after 10-months-less-2-days pregnancy. Wowiiieeee! I waited that long because I tried to do a vbac but the chance didn’t present itself in the end. Fiamma was feeling too comfy inside that she didn’t move into the delivery tunnel and I didn’t feel a single contraction ever.
A few people told me that 2 children would call for double exhaustion and chaos. They also told me that the sleepwalking ability to do the night patrols will return just like riding a bike. You will never forget the how-to.
Yes, I have been warned.
I do know how to ride a single bike. Thank you. But having two children and one of them a newborn is not like riding a single bike. It’s more like riding a tandem bike! It is not the same. It requires a different skill, at least a different level of riding skills. Riding one makes me go all shaky wobbly and dizzy.
No. Unfortunately, it does not get easier the second time. Not yet. For me at least.
Just like her sister, Fiamma also experienced hyperbilirubin and she went yellow-er at faster higher rate than Raissa’s jaundice level was. So we had to take her for a blue light therapy and I felt the same desperation as much as when I took Raissa for the same therapy over two years ago. Only this time, I managed to swallow my tears better.
The day we took her home after the therapy, I learn… well, I’m guessing so far… that she might have colic. She was continuously cranky for about 5 hours, with little break in between only when we spoonfed breastmilk. Even then, she looked a bit uncomfortable
I don’t want to sound like a spoiled helpless mommy who only knows how to complain. I just want to say it out loud here, at my virtual home, I pray that my babies will grow healthy and happy. I hope.. mmmm, I KNOW, everything will get better. I just need to scream it.
Aaah, I feel better already. Warm hugs to all mommies out there.. may Allah grant us more strength, endurance, and power. Some superpower ability like… hushing a cry in a sec would be much much appreciated.
Every 7 December, we celebrate our beloved loving inspiration birth-day. He’s actually not into making a big thing of his birthday, but his wife aka me, has a long-lasting infatuation with birthdays. Pour moi, birthday is oh-so-SPECIAL so it has to be treated differently from other days. Special doesn’t mean expensive over-the-top celebration, it just has to be different.
In the morning, I invited Raissa to wish Kris a birthday greeting…and she refused it. Adamantly too! Protesting and crying… Kris’ luck, he only received warm hugs and kisses from a girl in the morning but it was surely the best one
Mid morning, I texted him if we can have lunch together. He said yes, and so we had a semi-romantic lunch at a half-ready new restaurant in an unfinished mall nearby his office. Yet, I still thought we had a good time spending an extended lunch hour. During lunch I showed him a picture of his birthday present. Yup, just a picture since the thing itself, although already been ordered but is still out of the country and will arrive only in few monthSSS I knew that he’s been wanting to have this kind of item for awhile but hasn’t gotten to buy it himself so I told him that please keep on dreaming for a few months until it arrives as a birthday present from me. hihihihi
Later on, my family came over for dinner in a restaurant at 7 p.m.-ish and Kris arrived at around 8:30 p.m.-ish… just when I and the rest of us had a few last scoops of our meals. Ooopsssiiess….
It sounds like a lame birthday, ehh? But really, honestly I think it was special day spent with so much love blanketing it lavishly. The fact was we laughed and giggled a lot. The day finally ended with Raissa and me sang rounds and rounds of birthday songs to Kris, ending each song with hugs and kisses, on our bed.
Happy birthday always with love and admiration for a wonderful hubby and father.
And this is a pic (taken from here) of Kris’ birthday present: Bialetti Tazzona. An espresso maker I would love to have it for myself