it was a rainy day when u came. when it all started. really heavy rain. i didn't noticed right away- your mother didn't at all. it was when i was coming and going between rooms to the general area, sorting things our for your mother, calling relatives, getting a single bedded room, payments etc that i noticed trough a small window at the end of a long corridor and thought oh how heavy the rain it was outside. so heavy that the anheastologist was stuck in a jam outside, and that your mother's gynaecologist had called him up and told him not to bother.. because you're on your way out. fast. and that's how the world greeted you, son. With gushing winds, and heavy rains pouring down to wash away itself for your arrival but no storm, no thunder, just deafening white noise to silence the rest of the maddening world... waiting patiently for you to break the silence.
we didn't expected you that weekend son, that was actually the first day that we put the in-case-of-now-emergency bag in the car. and off we go to see the good doctor for your mother weekly check-up, with plans to go to alamanda afterwards, only to be told, that we're not going anywhere soon, because sit tight, you're getting out. we didn't even had time to get lunch. and ur mother didn't even see the room that i booked, because they put her straight to the operation room. she's already 7 cm, they said. you'd understand when you're older with a wife in labor, son.
and so there she was, your mother in labor pain, with no epidural, pushing and pushing you out. the nurses tried to keep me out of the operation room, to no avail of course. we won't be going to that hospital next time, not with tht attitude. ur mother was in pain, and sleepy at the same time, the result from the happy gas she took from time to time. with a few thrust - well a lot actually, you're out, and the nice lady doctor greeted you with a salam and presented you to us, like a wonderful birthday present, lo behold, 'tis be thee child! a first born male! of course she's Malay and don't speak ancient English, but she did make it a point to prove that ur a boy, and that her scanning machine was ehem, indeed correct. as if we were unbelievers of technology.
and that was it. you've arrrived, and it's me and your mother eagerly welocming you. our bundle of joy, our firstborn. the nurses cleaned you up, did some measurements and wrapped you before handing you to me so that i may held you up and deliver an azan and an iqamah to your fragile ears- so that within these first few moments of your arrival, that you hear first your calling. and you stopped crying and paid attention to the words. and as soon as the doctor done with ur mother, we placed you at her bosom, and to our amazement you start to sucle on your own. what a clever child you are, son.
i could go on and on about your birth. everything is as fresh as it was yesterday in my mind. but i'll save some for later and end this now. enough for an introduction, a breaking of ice. and no, i didnt understand it either why they call it breaking the ice. but as soon you will learn, sometimes you just need to follow along with the world, and focus on the really important stuffs. after all we have a whole lifetime to do just that. our journey had just begun on one rainy afternoon, and oh did i mention it was a day before your first Ramadhan, the moment you start to cry, a few seconds after the bright light of the operating theather hits you - and it was the most beutiful tune we ever heard. but it wasn't one f those evergreen ones, it fall out of the chart after a few days. and the adventure begins, so here we go, son.
