I knew I was missing 'something' yesterday. Something happened on 20th Ramadhan years back and I just could not recall what it was yesterday, until en-route back home.
20th Ramadhan 1425H, I gave birth to Iman at 1.37p.m, APSH. He weighed 3.3kg at birth and let out an almost relieving cry to my ears after fighting for his life being strangled and pulled by his own umbilical cord. And I fought for mine. It was a much shorter but far more painful and hard labor than Athirah's. And Tebby cried while repeatedly telling me that he did not want us to go through this again and that he did not mind having just 2 kids. (Obviously Allah has better plan than us, we are now expecting the 3rd one).
When I first saw him naked, I was so surprised and did not know what to say. Tebby did not say anything as well tho I knew what was in his mind. Despite being a 3.3kg, Iman was a frail and fragile looking little baby. His ribcage was obviously showing, almost protuding from his chest with a little stomach that sunk a bit. He had dry skin that it cracked and we could see the flesh inside. The vacuum procedure added to that by leaving his head benjol and blue-black. He even had that 'kesian' look in his face. Seriously. Nevetheless, I stick to my idea to have him circumcised before we bring him back home.
That was 3 years ago. He's now one bubbly boy with lots of things to deal with. Despite being sick, despite being overly active - he adds so much joy into our lives.