Shower of My Heart....

Everything has fallen back to one piece. Finally I have give birth to my baby girl, Iris Aryan, on the 28th of December 2009 after going through 36 weeks of pregnancy (well, that's what the doctor said). Aryan, according to Arabic translation that I found means the Utmost Strength.

My Iris here is referring to a flower... Surprisingly, my strong flower is seemed to be a very though girl from the first day she was born. She moves a lot. I wonder what could it be in my tummy all this while..? I wonder where all the kicking came from that I felt every night and day?!! On her first day, Iris is already seen punching and kicking the air! What have I been eating that makes her bone so strong? “NOTHING” ;-p. Or is it the name Aryan I called her every time when I talked to my tummy? Hmm must be the name I guess... Whatever it is she is just so funnily adorable... If only I could record every of her moves... I was a bit frustrated that I couldn't record it as I don't have any video-cam and no one reminds me of one. Since the Cesarean, I barely can stand on myself. I could not visit her in the baby's room, but I could hear her voice every time she cried. When they carried her to my room I could not carry her still, so I reached my face to kiss her on the forehead. She has got the smell that makes me feel like shower in my heart... Yes! That's the feeling to describe it! Shower of my heart!

Iris is 39 days now.... She can lift up her head and turn at both side whenever she sleeps on her tummy. She is very alert at every sound she heard. Her eyes are bright and shiny and always wide open to check around, responding to everything she heard or sees. My parents said that she is very focus for a new born. I don't know, but I do have the feeling that this girl is gonna be a very keen one.

Now I understand how every mother would felt of their baby...they want everything for their everything. And they still feel not enough. Malay proverb once mentioned, Kasih ibu tak pernah putus... (Mothers love will never stop...) Well I could feel that feeling in me now...being a mother is like you're given with a piece of treasure... this treasure could be a final piece that you have and you could not afford to trade it with anything in this world. Maybe one day you'll have another piece one or two...or three maybe...or a dozen maybe...but it is just so much precious that you cannot let them go away just like how the other treasure you've gain and may leave behind...

Kasih Iris (Ibu)

 

Ibarat bunga yang baru tumbuh...
 

Ibarat luka yang terus sembuh...
 

Melihat wajahmu Iris...
 

Ibu rasa hilang segala derita...
 

Kaulah berita gembira...
 

Kaulah pembawa ceria...

Wahai anakku Iris mengertilah...
 

Kasih Ibu tak pernah putus...
 

Kasih Ibu kasih yang telus...
 

Kasih Ibu tak perlu di ajar...
 

Kasih Ibu tak perlu belajar...
 

Apabila mendakap...
 

Kasih Ibu terus merasa...


Wahai anakku Iris jangan terasa...

Ibu kan ada senantiasa...
 

Kasih Ibu untuk Iris tak akan putus....
 

Bagai air mengalir terus...
 

Setinggi gunung...
 

Seluas lautan...
 

Kasih nya Ibu berkekalan...


Iris Aryan...
 

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