On Thurs night 23 Aug, I recalled how I hurried my husband to send me to the hospital as I was having mild contractions. That was 6 years ago... I recalled praying very hard reciting all the verses that I could think of so that the Almighty would give me strength to pull through. God di not fail me...my beautiful bundle of joy was born on 24 Aug 2001 at 8.30a.m. The pain of the contraction was beyond words and although he is my second, my earlier experience did not prepare me for the worst. I remember asking for epidural but it was administer too late to be effective. My only consolation was that my man was with me through out despite of not getting a good sleep himself.
I remember fondly how I nursed him all the way till h was six. Breastfeeding is a beautiful experienc, really. It completes me ..... I tried breastfeeding with my first one but I did not quite succeed so I merely expressed the milk until she was 1 month old. I had a real breatfeeding experience with my Daniyal... The bonding and the closeness I feel during breastfeeding is simple beautiful.
Now my baby is six and going out to a real school next year! I love him so much!
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