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And she arrives, at long last

It was like time stood still as I walked through the passageways of the Kulai Hospital...
So many memories, both good and bad...

But the best memory here would be walking down these very halls to see my newborn son, just over two years ago. Two years and still fresh in my mind, the feelings of absolute rapture, of absolute love, when I first held my little boy in my hands... My son. 

De ja vu...

But this time, as I enter the ward, I am greeted by the the tired smile of my sister-in-law, spent from 36 hours of labour, looking every bit as tired as my own dear wife when she delivered too. My mother looking lovingly at her second grandchild... Two days before the wedding of her own second child - my sister. My brother, every bit the proud father, looking adoringly, almost moony-eyed, at his newborn daughter.

Welcome to the family, Aimie Sophie Binti Ammar...

Long have we waited for you, my little niece.



Comments

missyizzati said…
congrats!

mesti best, an addition to the family just before a wedding. hehe. :)

and what a nice name she has. :)
Abdullah said…
Thank you Ijat...

December is actually a crazy time for my family -

16 dec: My brother's anniversary
17 dec: My anniversary
18 dec: Aimi's birthday
20 dec: My sister's wedding
21 dec: My birthday

There you go... Packed huh?
missyizzati said…
yea..and the dates pon sangat2 la rapat. hehe.
Leyha said…
abang! name die Aimie Sophie bt. Ammar lah
Abdullah said…
Eh...ye ke... Xpe...lebih kurang...lepas tu dalam bahasa arab Sod Alif tu ejanya 'sa' tp bunyinya 'so' kan?...hehehehe...
Fauziah Ismail said…
Salam Abdullah
Congratulations on being an uncle. Convey the same to your dad also, a second grandchild. He hasn't been updating his blog.
I've passed the euphoria of having nieces and nephews as well as grandnieces and grandnephews. I'm already TokNgah to 23 of them.
My brother and I want a great grandchild next. We don't know what we'll be called then!
siraydee said…
Congrats galore!! ^^
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A t i Q a h said…
Hahah. Nasib baik tak nama Aimi Anis. Kalau tak, mesti sangat nakal macam my Emi. :P
syafiq said…
congratulations sir
Abdullah said…
Thanks everyone... :)

Syafiq, what the situation on that e-mail you are supposed to send me?
Galadriel said…
36 hours huh..? wow.. I feel for her.. mine was 32.
wahhhhhhh...congrats2!... new year..new baby.. then i'll wish u a new luck too....
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