The beginning of another chapter

We didn’t know if it would be a boy or a girl and couldn’t wait for the moment to arrive.

“BOY.. BOY..” I remember hearing this cheerful and ecstatic voice of my dear husband after Amar was born. I was too tired to remember how eager I was earlier, to know if it was going to be a boy or a girl.

I was happy as well, but somehow quite concerned that the baby looked smaller than Sarah when she was born.

“3.82kg” said the midwife in charge.

No! It couldn’t be. Amar was heavier than Sarah!

Amidst the exhaustion and excitement, I said under my breath, “Please weigh him again.” But the midwife did not listen. I don’t think it was because she was angry, or didn’t hear me, or she was busy doing other things for it was the end of her shift.

But it was because I said it in Malay. She didn’t understand me, of course. ~sigh~
Four days later, a midwife came to our house for a routine check. As far as I recall, everything was fine. I was looking forward to the weighing session. Quite anxious for the doubts I had with his first weight.

“Well done, 4kg” announced the midwife.

Amar’s birth weight must have been correct after all.
What about Sarah? I haven’t forgotten about her. I have to admit, part of me was dreading the two days in the hospital. My dear husband brought heartbreaking stories about Sarah. She was standing in front of the door calling out and looking for Mama. She couldn’t sleep by herself.

The first time she came to visit Amar and me at the hospital, she knew instantly that Amar was her brother. She couldn’t stop kissing him. And she was generous with hugs, cuddles and kisses.

What has touched me the most was, in the short span of time we were apart – I saw a different Sarah. I saw Sarah as a big sister and not a baby anymore.

One day, it will be the same with Amar. Now I understand the saying;

For with a blink of an eye,
Time will fly out the door
And your precious baby,
Won't be a baby anymore.