Monday, July 6, 2015

Dear my lil caliph, (.The white coat men.)

They straight away brought mama to the half-critical zone.  The room filled with all these wires and machines and these weird medicinal stuffs. Once the nurses placed mama on a bed, the doctors started to examine you and me. They took 4 bottles of mama's blood. It hurt so much. So mama cried. Papa wasn't there. They didn't allow him in. Nenek, Wan and Tok weren't there. Aunties too. And your aunt Dib even. So mama cried even heavier. The nurse beside mama, was crying too.

Then, 5 doctors surrounded mama. Each one of them asked me the exactly same questions.  Mama was bored. They couldn't figure out what kind of disease mama is having. After half an hour, they called obstetrician(OB) to check on mama coz they said may be something was wrong with you. Mama was really extremely worried about you. The OB came an hour after that. He's fatherly. I guess you would like him too. He gently scanned you. And the two other doctors and a nurse inside the room were telling me how sweet you were inside the tummy. The OB smiled. And showed mama the screen. He showed mama your serene heartbeat. Mama cried again. Seeing you alive inside my tummy is the best blessing ever in this holy month of Ramadhan. Allah is the greatest. :')



To be continued...

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