Month: July 2012

DIY crib mobile

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I was inspired by what I found on the internet and made this in less than 10 minutes. Definitely not a ‘fine’ art but I suppose it works. Husband told me that I need to remove the sharp edges, I will do that later.

I hang it on the lamp instead, because Isa loves staring and talking to it.

Why Do I Need My Baby So Much

I went out for a shopping trip with my sister last Saturday.

My husband was at first a bit reluctant to let me go, solely because he is yet to be comfortable handling the kid alone. I don’t blame him, we’ve only been living together post-confinement period for two weeks and you know it could be very stressful when the baby starts screaming his lung out.

I left him with 5 bottles of 4oz breastmilk I managed to express on Friday, thinking that I could leave Isa to him for at least a good 8-hour period (which wasn’t my intention actually.

But it didn’t work that way.

After 4 hours, I could not help but rushing back home – my Bs were so engorged I could not concentrate on shopping anymore!

I should have known that at this point in time it is not only Isa that needs me, it seems that I need him a lot more.

Interdependent, that’s the word.

Muslim Birth Rites #2: Tahnik

Tahnik is the custom of chewing something sweet and putting it into the mouth of a newborn baby. This is a tradition coming from the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) himself, where it was narrated by Anas bin Malik:

I took Abdullah bin Abi Talhah to the Prophet on the day he was born. The Prophet was wearing a woollen cloak and smearing the camels with tar. He asked me: “Have you got any dates with you?” I said yes and gave some to him. He chewed them, then open the boy’s mouth and put the sweetmeat in it. The child began to lick it, and the Prophet said:”The Helpers love dates.” He named the boy Abdullah.

For our case, Isa’s tahnik was done on the second day by his father (who is rather too skeptical when it comes to trusting others to do it – we typically ask a scholar/imam/respected people in religion to perform this ceremony) in the hospital. My parents-in-law brought some dates and zamzam water for Isa, my husband performed it, and we were done. Some made this ritual into ceremonies, but we are really not into that.

Why dates and zamzam water you might ask. Those are food and drinks which are considered full of blessings in Islam, with dates being the Prophet’s staples and water from a blessed, God-guarded source and good muslims who love the Prophet would try hard to emulate him.

People say that the reason why you invited a trusted, God-fearing person (now that we don’t have the Prophet around) is so that those good traits will be passed to the newborn – and that was what my MIL said she saw happened to my husband. His tahnik was done by his grandfather, who is extraordinarily money-savvy and a man of very few words – and somehow my husband grew up having those traits.

I could not say much about that. Though I did wish someone else would perform the ritual for Isa, having another man in the house who can take care of my money and listen to me talking, I don’t mind.

Muslim Birth Rites #1: Reciting Azan

Isa was born on May 19 (I wrote about the labour I went through in my other blog), and we are more than happy to fulfill among our many responsibilities as parents to a newborn – and the first one is to recite Azan to Isa’s tiny little ears.

My husband dutifully did that, though he did funnily doubt when would be the right time (Is it now when the baby is still being held on my chest? Or now when he’s in the baby warmer?). I did miss the beautiful moment of him whispering those God-inspired words to our little son – thanks to the epidural pain relief I was taking which made me drowsy.

I could not wish for any other words to be heard by my son other than these:

Allahu Akbar
God is Great
(said four times)

Ashhadu an la ilaha illa Allah
I bear witness that there is no god except the One God.
(said two times)

Ashadu anna Muhammadan Rasool Allah
I bear witness that Muhammad is the messenger of God.
(said two times)

Hayya ‘ala-s-Salah
Hurry to the prayer (Rise up for prayer)
(said two times)

Hayya ‘ala-l-Falah
Hurry to success (Rise up for Salvation)
(said two times)

Allahu Akbar
God is Great
[said two times]

La ilaha illa Allah
There is no god except the One God

Those are beautiful words that I pray would guide his life- such a basic, fundamental thing to hold on to as a Muslim.

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The other day, when we were laughing at the fact that the little one sleeps A LOT (which all babies do, right?), I told my husband he should have recite the azan for Fajr (early morning) prayer – which has one additional line: As-salatu Khayrun Minan-nawm, which basically means, Prayer is better than sleep.

Haha.

Can we just leave him alone?

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I am guilt-ridden whenever I see my son wide awake and not being tended to. My husband, on the other hand, thinks that it is perfectly okay to let him entertain himself staring at the bedside lamp for half an hour.

I just could not. It could be a working mother’s guilt – I’ve been away for 9 hours I should spend whatever available time with my child.

As what others would do, I googled it.
I am glad I did so, because I found a very good advice on this: Never make a happy baby happier.

Just let him be.

Ignorance is not a Bliss

Baby Isa changes his sleeping pattern again, or so I thought.

I nursed him to sleep at around 11, and was woken up again at 2 by his unsettling voices – he needed another feeding, and as usual I thought it would not last for more than 10 minutes. But he continued being fussy after a while, though he did fall asleep after some patting.
The he woke up again at 4.45am. Big trouble. I need to prepare the meal for sahoor (early breakfast Muslims are encouraged to have before fasting for the day) in a few minutes, and by the look of it he was still not being his usual self. He put the nipple in the mouth, sucked it a few times, and released, then made another sound. The cycle continues until I just gave up and left him to my husband to comfort. My husband did not managed to get him to sleep, but he’s already awake and very much alert, talking to himself – so my husband went to help me in the kitchen.

After half an hour Baby Isa is still entertaining himself, and I just could not help but nursing him again trying to get him to sleep, but it didn’t help. He’s still being fussy.

But suddenly it all stopped.

Right after he gave out a long, loud fart and pooed.

I wish I knew he’s having some discomfort in his tummy, I would have given him some good massage if so.

Ignorance, is certainly not a bliss when it come caring for a little human.

*Sigh*