Finally contractions started at 11pm yesterday.
12.45am this morning Dad drove me and Sal to the Hospital.
1.35am finish registration. Go up to the maternity wards and find wife fully engaged and prepped for Labour Room.
She is in so much pain.
I can only hug her and kiss her before they cart her off to the Labour Room.
I wait.
I try to rest.
I try to sleep.
My chest feels tight.
I wait.
Hours pass by, each minute seeming like an eternity, as countless worries creep into my mind.
How is she doing? Are they in danger? Were there any complications? Will I see her again in the morning?
These thoughts course through my veins like poison, filling my mind with worry and dread.
I wait...
Until finally, the nurse calls me to go through the doors.
It is 3.45am.
I get up. Each step feels surreal. Until I walk through the doors to the Labour Room.
And see my wife... and my little boy.
I embrace them, letting all the worries of the night evaporate into the cold, air-conditioned room. My tiredness is gone, tough I know the night is still far from over. But all that matters is here and now, the woman who for nine months bore this small, mini me, inside her.
Finally I pick up my son, and kiss him.
Welcome to the world, Adam Ameen Abdullah.
May your journey through this life be blessed, always.
12.45am this morning Dad drove me and Sal to the Hospital.
1.35am finish registration. Go up to the maternity wards and find wife fully engaged and prepped for Labour Room.
She is in so much pain.
I can only hug her and kiss her before they cart her off to the Labour Room.
I wait.
I try to rest.
I try to sleep.
My chest feels tight.
I wait.
Hours pass by, each minute seeming like an eternity, as countless worries creep into my mind.
How is she doing? Are they in danger? Were there any complications? Will I see her again in the morning?
These thoughts course through my veins like poison, filling my mind with worry and dread.
I wait...
Until finally, the nurse calls me to go through the doors.
It is 3.45am.
I get up. Each step feels surreal. Until I walk through the doors to the Labour Room.
And see my wife... and my little boy.
I embrace them, letting all the worries of the night evaporate into the cold, air-conditioned room. My tiredness is gone, tough I know the night is still far from over. But all that matters is here and now, the woman who for nine months bore this small, mini me, inside her.
Finally I pick up my son, and kiss him.
Welcome to the world, Adam Ameen Abdullah.
May your journey through this life be blessed, always.
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Wah lau eh! He is tooo cute! Congratulations to you and wifey!
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