In life, we are bound to meet someone special. I have just met another. He is on top of the list of my special people, along side my parents and my wife. He's warm, full of restlessness, outspoken in his own way and truthful. His name is Nidal Iskandar Jasmin Bin Farid Iskandar Jasmin.This entry is a glimpse of my journey to meet him.
It all started on a fine Friday morning, 26th October 2007 to be exact. I woke up a bit late than my wife, bathed and prepared to leave for Darul Ehsan Medical Center, clueless of what lies ahead. All I knew, we made a decision sometime a day before that to have an induced labor as my wife was 5 days overdue. I packed a few extra items such as magazines, discman, an some of my shirts, anticipating a long day ahead.
Before heading to DEMC, we stopped by for breakfast somewhere in Section 9. Eita had roti canai and warm milo, and I had nasi goreng, sardines and iced tea. Straight after, we headed to DEMC, directly to the second floor where the inducing procedure took place.
We waited for 8 hours in a waiting room after the initial medicine was given to 'ripen' the cervix and water was broke by force. At around 6.30pm, Eita was requested to enter the labor room. I was on her side from there on. The medicine to increase contraction was administered through an IV drip. By 8:20pm, Eita's contraction was down to a minute. Her hands were grasping mine tightly each time a contraction came. I could only imagine how it felt like.
I called in the nurse. She checked an told us Eita is ready to deliver. Within a few minutes, Dr. Norleen came up and prepped herself. It took Eita 4 long pushes to get Nidal out. My first sight of him was his head partially out. Dr. Norleen told Eita to take a deep breath and the third push got Nidal's head completely out. The final push lodged Nidal out completely. He was all blue. I was scared at first, but looking at Dr. Norleen and the nurses reaction, I knew everything was ok.
Within seconds Nidal opened his eyes, eventhough he was still covered in blood. Seconds later, he cried. That was a real relief to hear him cry. My mother told me that a newborn's health is calculated by keeping score after 1 minute he is out. Part of the score card is when did he cry. So at least i know my baby boy scored high there. Crying is a natural action to jumpstart a baby's heart, adjusting it to his new environment.
After the nurse cleaned him, drained all fluids from his nasal passage and trachea, he was taken out and put under a warm light. I carressed Eita, congratulated her smooth delivery and went out to see him. My eyes was heavy with tears of joy. Went back to Eita, told her to wait while I take my wuduk before reciting Azan to Nidal.
On the way to take wuduk, I stopped by my mother and gave her a hug. At that point, I couldn't hold my tears anymore. I cried on my mother's shoulders and told her everything was alright. I was overwhelmed with emotions of seeing my baby boy, and from witnessing the miracle of life. Now, I have the highest appreciation to all mothers, especially Eita for bearing the pain and agony of labor. My mother told me " Tak de sakit lain yang perempuan sanggup buat lebih dari sekali, kecuali sakit bersalin..."
Took my wuduk and went back to Nidal. Gently and cautiously I held him up, with his right ear facing me, and recited Azan for my baby boy. At that moment only did it struck me "I'm a father!!!!". Everything has changed. Our family of two is no more. A little member has just joined and its a different ball game now. I will bear responsibility for another life. My actions will make or break him. My wisdom will be his and his, mine....
Praise Allah SWT for this 3.45Kg, 57cm tall, gift of life..
It all started on a fine Friday morning, 26th October 2007 to be exact. I woke up a bit late than my wife, bathed and prepared to leave for Darul Ehsan Medical Center, clueless of what lies ahead. All I knew, we made a decision sometime a day before that to have an induced labor as my wife was 5 days overdue. I packed a few extra items such as magazines, discman, an some of my shirts, anticipating a long day ahead.
Before heading to DEMC, we stopped by for breakfast somewhere in Section 9. Eita had roti canai and warm milo, and I had nasi goreng, sardines and iced tea. Straight after, we headed to DEMC, directly to the second floor where the inducing procedure took place.
We waited for 8 hours in a waiting room after the initial medicine was given to 'ripen' the cervix and water was broke by force. At around 6.30pm, Eita was requested to enter the labor room. I was on her side from there on. The medicine to increase contraction was administered through an IV drip. By 8:20pm, Eita's contraction was down to a minute. Her hands were grasping mine tightly each time a contraction came. I could only imagine how it felt like.
I called in the nurse. She checked an told us Eita is ready to deliver. Within a few minutes, Dr. Norleen came up and prepped herself. It took Eita 4 long pushes to get Nidal out. My first sight of him was his head partially out. Dr. Norleen told Eita to take a deep breath and the third push got Nidal's head completely out. The final push lodged Nidal out completely. He was all blue. I was scared at first, but looking at Dr. Norleen and the nurses reaction, I knew everything was ok.
Within seconds Nidal opened his eyes, eventhough he was still covered in blood. Seconds later, he cried. That was a real relief to hear him cry. My mother told me that a newborn's health is calculated by keeping score after 1 minute he is out. Part of the score card is when did he cry. So at least i know my baby boy scored high there. Crying is a natural action to jumpstart a baby's heart, adjusting it to his new environment.
After the nurse cleaned him, drained all fluids from his nasal passage and trachea, he was taken out and put under a warm light. I carressed Eita, congratulated her smooth delivery and went out to see him. My eyes was heavy with tears of joy. Went back to Eita, told her to wait while I take my wuduk before reciting Azan to Nidal.
On the way to take wuduk, I stopped by my mother and gave her a hug. At that point, I couldn't hold my tears anymore. I cried on my mother's shoulders and told her everything was alright. I was overwhelmed with emotions of seeing my baby boy, and from witnessing the miracle of life. Now, I have the highest appreciation to all mothers, especially Eita for bearing the pain and agony of labor. My mother told me " Tak de sakit lain yang perempuan sanggup buat lebih dari sekali, kecuali sakit bersalin..."
Took my wuduk and went back to Nidal. Gently and cautiously I held him up, with his right ear facing me, and recited Azan for my baby boy. At that moment only did it struck me "I'm a father!!!!". Everything has changed. Our family of two is no more. A little member has just joined and its a different ball game now. I will bear responsibility for another life. My actions will make or break him. My wisdom will be his and his, mine....
Praise Allah SWT for this 3.45Kg, 57cm tall, gift of life..
4 comments:
Tahniah En. Farid dah jadi bapak orang. Tunggu turn aku pulak lepas ni. Hehe..
Tahniah..Farid and Kak Eita.
Hepi btul farid dpt baby..
emm,so touching..the way u improvised,aarrggHH!! i pun dh brgenang air mata ni..the way u felt,maybe as same as my husband,,the moment he witnessed the labouring part..well,now u MEN know how BIG are the wife's sacrifices to give u a child,A very SPECIAL gift for the husband..so, lps ni jagalaa Ieta baik2 ye?? Send my regards 2 her And kiss Nidal 4 me??!! What a UNIK name...So,WELCOME to my world!! :)
mm terharu... so touched!!
rahmat Allah yang paling besar... TAHNIAH for both of u...
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