4 years later.
I just gave birth on 5th of May 2022. A beautiful baby boy we named Ilhan. I in my confiment period now, all of a sudden i was thinking of my old dusty blog. Does it still exist? Can’t believe my latest post was in 2018. That was ancient!
But im glad i opened it and found my mojo to typing around something about my life. Today was my 15th day? This time due to unforeseen event (my dad fell off from his bicycle and had a surgery so both he and mom cancelled their plan to come here to take care of me after birth). So my parent in law came in instead and to help around, i hired a confinement lady. My first time. Alhamdulillah she was good in her work. In fact she was beyond of what she should do. The other day, she cleaned my bathroom floor. However, i still missed my parent and although my mom is the most strict confinement lady ever exist across the universe, i still longed for her care. I cannot wait for them to come over this weekend until the rest of my confinement period.
I have aged since 2018. Im 38 this year but my mood swing worse than a teenager. Hence, as Irfan turned 10 last two weeks, I thought to myself, he’s going into pre-teens phase and i should be more mature and be ready to deal with his pre-teens stuff. lucky me he’s a boy so i expect less drama. izyan should be on the other hand. Even now at the age of 8, she’s like the pre-teen. she slammed the door, said urgh, fine!, she is so delicate that sometimes im scared that i mess it up. so id rather breathe in and let he deal her emotion for a while.
so much i wanted to write right now but i guess i must take a break. catching up from 4 years ago might take too long. see you in next blog.
