He was warded for four days. A painful four days, for him at least. He had nebulizing session every two hours (after midnight included!). Gazillions of drugs as well as a boring ward. Worse of all, the phlegm-removal sessions (I don’t know the medical term for this) where the physiotherapist will insert a small tube into his nostrils and throat to pump out the liquid. Seriously, looked painful. And of course, Imran didn’t miss the chance to scream his lung out during all four sessions.

We came back home on the fourth day, but we still need to go for follow up this coming Friday. Hopefully, he recovers. Or he might have to spend another four days in that dull room. Sigh.

Bandaged hand, with a needle in his vein, as a liquid medication insert.

Sicky sicky sleepy.

I couldn’t go too far away from him.

The patient. And the guardian.

Sick, sick too. Eat never lose. (Sakit, sakit juga. Makan tak pernah kalah)

Showing off his new shirt and shorts. Eh? Where are the shorts?

So goodlooking. Just like papa.

Ini contoh budak mengantuk tapi tanak mengaku dan tanak tido.

PS: The bill was huge. Luckily, we used my wife’s ING and that covered everything. I was wondering, how do those unlucky people go through this kind of situation? Oh, boy. So unfair.

Well, you surely know that when he tries to get a hold of the wheel, he will push himself out of the stroller. That’s how determine Imran is. No pain, no gain. Hahaha. Letih!

And yesterday, we bought him a new stroller, with 5-point seat belts. Quite expensive though, but for something that we can use over and over again, it’s an excellent buy. We can actually use this for a newborn up to 4 years old, depending on how big our kid is. This new stroller can be folded nicely, twice as small as our previous one, and surely saves a lot of space in the trunk. And it came with a sling strap too for better mobility. At 4.5kg, we can bring it along anywhere, effortlessly.

Mama and Abah, we have no intention of dumping your present, but we really need to tie this kid up. If not, then it’s just a matter of time to see him roll over in the middle of a shopping complex. We will use your gift again, for Imran’s brother/sister. Bila tu? =)

Enjoy the pictures.

This skill has created a lot of trouble. And swells on his forehead.

Breakfast @ The Gardens. A skill he developed at a very fast pace. Eat.

I call this skill “Prison Break”.

PS: Imran sweats 24/7. That explains how much movement he makes everyday. Haih!

PPS: His birthday is 28th, anyway. Not today.

Aish comel betul budak ni.

And today, he stopped doing that. He catches a  fever.

Patutla.

But just now, it was something more like this ” aadeee aaveee ajbava weehii..”. Note the existence of consonances, where previously, there were only vowels.

A huge improvement to me. Need to work on the vocabularies, though. Haha.

Go, genius boy!

We had to prepare a lot for him. My wife and I were in KL the whole weekend, sending my sister to the airport, as well as buying stuffs for us and also for Imran. One of the stuff we bought was a high chair. Imran seems to enjoy sitting on a high chair at a restaurant we went few days back, so we decided to get one for him at home. At less than RM30, IKEA’s high chair seems pretty good. Well, at least, he enjoys it!

He couldn’t even sit firmly few weeks ago, and now he can actually sit still for a certain period of time. How amazing.

“Pa, I’m all set. Where’s my Farley Rusks? No more Heinz please, I hate parsnip!”

And last night, we had to stay up beyond midnight to prepare his stuffs for ‘school’. We bought an embossed name marker at Giant and it’s pretty useful. Fussy, but functional. We marked every single thing that will be handed over to his nannies, so that they can easily find it. And of course, to avoid mix-match with others. More than 20 babies, aged below a year will be there. 5 nannies will surely have difficulties. Surely.

But somehow, we felt so, so childish doing this haha. Nampak sangat macam takut orang curi. Oh whatever. Menyesal dahulu pendapatan.

Haha. Like writing “Alif Lam Lam Ha, sapa curi berdosa!”

Even on the bag, right inside the whale’s head.

We thought these should be enough for a day. Apparently not.

Watching him grew up right in front of our eyes, it’s just amazing. From a silent sleeper, to a very active baby boy, made us realize how important Imran is to us. He’s our heart, he’s our soul. Neither the most expensive diamond in the world nor the biggest pearl in the ocean will be accepted in exchange of him. He means the world to me. He means the universe to my wife.

Grow up slowly, dear boy. I want to spend more time with you. I want to treasure every minute and second of your life. I hope I’ll be a better daddy everyday. And I really hope that you will someday think that no one on earth can ever replace me as your dearest daddy.

I love you.

PS: And you too, dear wife. I love you too. =) (Karang kata sayang anak lebih pulak…)

PSS: To my sister @ Imran’s ex-nanny @ Imran’s aunty, you did an undeniably excellent job of taking care of Imran for the past 6 months. Yes, you were paid, but you certainly did much better than what you were paid for. Thank you. Now we’re having serious problem putting him to sleep as he usually sleeps in your arms, every single night. Haih!

Papa’s working hard here, for you Imran.

Only the best for our sunshine.

Finally, after sweating for about half an hour (or less)…

Imran’s happy with it. Papa happier. Mama happiest (she was the one who purchased this online).

Even Imran’s friends are happy. Couldn’t be better.

PS: Baby Cot RM599.00, Getha latex mattress RM269.10, Bedsheet set FOC. From www.littlewhiz.com.

Aila. Comelnya laaa anak aku ni….

So here I am, posting few pictures to show how lovely his smiles are.

Imran, when you grow older and somehow is reading this, I just want to let you know that mama and papa have always love you. Your smiles, your laughs, sour speeches that we never understand, your cries, your shouts calling for us, your diapers that filled up the trash bin each and every single day, your cute singing chicken, your teddy head comfy blanket.

Your everything. We love everything about you.

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PS: Except your yells. Not that we hate it. It’s just too loud and irritating. =)