Still clear on my
mind that very evening in late February last year where we had an intense
argument about petty stuffs. Then you told me you were tested positive on that
stick pregnancy test. For a moment I was stunned, and happy. We were raising
hope of being good parents, but life took its bitter turn just when hopes were
already growing too high. You underwent
browny, bloody vaginal discharges that could have been an omen for
miscarriage, and it really was it in the end. Our first baby didn’t get a
second chance to see the day. Heartbroken, but our faith remained. We pinned
our hope high for another probable pregnancy, nothing was impossible for the
All Creator. Like a miracle, Heaven seemingly had heard all our prayers. In
June last, you became pregnant again. Our second chance was heaven-sent. For
the first time, I felt at ease with your pregnancy. Words were never enough to
describe how grateful and thankful we were for what Allah had granted us with.
Over the time, we got to learn each other again, rediscover, redefine each
other’s boundaries if there was any, shattered all the walls of our egos along
the way. We both learned to be best parents our baby could have ever imagined.
Trying to feed you healthily was probably the hardest part for me since you did
have the tendency to eat all so-called junk foods. But I succeeded. You gained
more and more weight accordingly with each days passing. But we both admitted
we didn’t fancy all those “the grandiose art of raising kids and family
appropriately” books since we were too tired of reading the medical textbooks
(well, this is fake). Monthly regular visit at obsgyn doctor practice was
admittedly not my favorite part, but you did seem to be overjoyed the moment
the doctor pointed you the baby’s body parts were doing well, telling us it was
a baby girl. I was happy too it was a baby girl while visualizing a future
scene in which a little creature would be stalking me all my way. Pretty
adorable huh. Shopping for our baby’s clothes and other necessities would
irritate me, not only I was forced to witness a woman’s complicated and
obnoxiously meticulous way of buying things, but also I had to dig deep my
pocket (jokingly said ;). Time seemed to take way too long as for the birth of
our baby. But waiting is gold as people say.
I mean nothing in this world could be better than it. Finally Allah
entrusted to us this little girl whose name is Rengganis Aisyah Dianty, a tiny
spark that made all the difference in our life. And once again we’ll be forever
thankful for that.
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| Welcome to the world our little baby girl! |
And the big day fell on March 22,
2017. You had to undergo C-section due to nuchal chord something like that (I
didn’t quiet get it despite being a full-fledged medical doctor). But we were
so relieved once the baby was delivered. Felt so blessed when she fetched her
very first breath and made some noise with her cry, the moment I softly
whispered adzan and iqamat in her ears,
P.S.: We’d love to send our deepest gratitude to everybody
who has given his hands and extended his
hospitality. Dr. Agus Sulistiono, Sp.OG (our obstetrician). Our parents for
their never-ending support, resident doctors of Pediatric Dept and Neurology
Dept of our class, medical-paramedic staffs of RS Putri Surabaya, and others
who we can’t mention one by one. We love you.
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