Sleeping arrangement

The pictures say it all. There is no permanent sleeping arrangement in my home. Anybody can sleep anywhere and end up somewhere else the next morning.

Even the youngest one, Ariff who will turn 1 year old in October, has started ' tidur ganas' meaning his feet can land on somebody's stomach or head or somebody else will land on him.

And he can continue sleep rolling for the rest of the night. Same goes with the others. Which is why all of us sleep on the floor. No bed is big enough to accomodate all of us, anyway. What with the rolling and every thing....

Camping tent

Bought this tent yesterday at Ikea. Quite cheap. Enough to occupy the four of them for an hour or so. Enough time for me to update this blog.

There they are, the littlest one included, with pillows, blankets and all. Berangan tengah camping di tengah hutan belantara. Siap bawak choc chip cookies lagi. Mak, masa muda muda dulu, dah puas camping camping ni, takde pun pakai tent macam ni, but still survice. Takde choc chip cookies pun, only nenas dalam tin ration yang cukup lazat kalau dalam hutan and dimakan beramai ramai. Even maggi sebungkus boleh makan 4,5 orang and it tasted like heaven.

Don't know if my children can withstand those 'hardship' that I went through. And those 'hardship' yang buat mak wondering whether mak can go through the same experience and survive. Because along the years, I think I have became 'lembik', bukan macam masa muda muda dulu, tough giler. Sebut saja gunung mana tidak ku daki, lautan mana tidak ku tempuhi, sungai mana tidak ku redah, hutan belantara mana tidak ku diami...sekarang ni nyamuk seekor gigit time tengah sedap sedap tidur pun dah bising bising...

Anyway, let the little ones berangan first and maybe, just maybe, when they are a little older and mak (and baba) are up to it, we can plan for a real camping trip. Complete with tents, sleeping bags and all. Maybe one day....

Hey, have it really been 6 years?

Happy Mother's Day

It was Mother's Day yesterday. As a rewards ( sort of) .I don't have to cook breakfast and lunch. Hubby went to Pasar Tani to buy breakfast and the week's ration of groceries. I baked butter cookies for the children. Hubby then brought us to celebrate Mother's Day . He said that he better do it today or I will later bring the matter up ( mengungkit) if he didn't appreciate/celebrate me. Very 'kind' of him to remember huh? BTW, her big sis SMSed him to remind him of the celebration.Later she checked with me whether I was celebrated upon.

Anyway, we went to the nearby Kenny Roger's as the children are quite full (huh?). But still they walloped all the spaghetti n mac n cheese and feasted on the ice cream ,which by the way, was meant for me. It is more of a celebration for them than for the mother. I think that is what exactly make a mother, they never think of themselves first but of their children.

I don't expect bouquets of flowers or big glossy greeting cards. I just want all my 4 children to grow up as good Moslems. Respect the elders. Do their best in study. Be healthy.

That is all my wish, as a mother.

So to all mother out ther, Happy Mother's Day. now, when is Father's Day.....have to set aside some budget for the daddy....

Happy Birthday to my boisterous twins

My twins just turned 3 two days ago i.e. on the 6th of February 2007. I still remembered vividly that day approximately three years ago. I have fasted from midnight . My last meal was some buns Nuar bought from a convenience store in Kg. Baru.Anis had gobbled up all my hospital dinner. That girl really enjoys hospital food from any type of hospital, government or private on the condition that she is not the sick patient.

I was the second patient ( eh, ye ke patient, i'm not sick,i'm just pregnant!) to be c-secd that day.My trusted gynae, Dr Nazri purportedly put me in second so that he did not have to brave the traffic to get to the hospital early. My parents and mom in law arrived early that morning with Anuar. After I was wheeled into the OT, they left for home in a cab as Anuar stayed back at the hospital.

It was quite an event. The OT was full with anaesthiologist, nurses and medical assisatants. They formed 4 teams, 2 teams for me and 2 teams for the babies. The teams for the babies has prepared different cots for the expected twins arrival.The two teams for me was one, to administer and monitor the epidural and another team to well, cut me open.

Aina Shafiah came out first so she have to be the 'kakak' although nowadays it seemed to me that Aiman is the more mature one. Aiman Hakim came out a minute later.The OT was now full of wails and cries of the babies.

I was stitched up remain groggy for several hours.I don't know what happened to babies after they were shown to me for a brief minute.

They had to stayed at PICU for several hours and lated transferred to the nursery. On the third day, one of babies was brought to my room and the next day, another baby came. I can't remember who came first. But all I knew was both my babies were safe and sound.Anuar spent his time mostly near the nursery.

We went home on the 5th day.My aunties arrived from Trengganu to share our joys. The sleepless nights (and days) followed soon after.

The twins now attend a playschool at Taska Impian Manja. Aina is now so into Barbie while Aiman is obsessed with all the superheroes of the world including our local CicakMan.Aina loves everything pink and feminine although her wailing sounded more like tarzan. Aiman loves all the things boys stuff like cars, balls, guns( I never bought him one, he just saw it on TV) but is scared of cockroaches and mice ( which shared our home).

Now that they have another younger brother, Ariff, they are no longer babies in the family. Together with big sister Anis, these 4 really changes my life. May all of you grow up to be muslim and muslimah yang sejati, selamat dunia akhirat, InsyaAllah.

Happy Birthday again, twins!