All about Babah

Cheeky Babah with cheeky Sarah

All credits to Babah while I was away with Amar in the hospital. I really hope Sarah has really been good as not to trouble Babah much.

The moment Mr Gaffy (Amar's Consultant) mentioned that Amar was to stay in the hospital until at least Monday, my mind was racing for plans that should be done if Babah has to work on Monday. (ie arrange a babysitter for Sarah or worse come to worse, Sarah has to stay with me at the hospital)

When Babah came on Friday, we discussed a little bit and Babah called his HR and Consultant trying to get an emergency day off on Monday. His Consultant did not answer the phone, but his HR was very helpful. Babah was entitled for child care leave. Even Babah's team was very supportive and understanding.

Babah called me regularly to update about how he has spent the days with Sarah. He took Sarah to Tesco and cooked her breakfast and bubur. He has been kind and unselfish to the situation. I felt a little bit sorry for Babah because we have planned to sort of 'celebrate' the weekend because he has had a 'herculean' week, but had to abandon the plan.

I was quite worried about Sarah's meals, but Babah handled it well. He was very thoughtful to bring some food for me too. He brought along some sandwiches (pre-packed by TESCO), cold pasta (also prepacked by TESCO), a couple pots of yoghurt, some fruits, 1 litre of ready to drink juice, and a lot of junk food (chocolate bars and crisps) (not complaining, just to my delight!).

He has tried his best to keep our stomach full, but he has neglected his own meals. Until I told him about the phone call I received from my parents inlaw asking if my meals were taken care of. And a friend (Mama Danial) called and asked what Babah was eating at home.

Then he decided to rediscover his lost skill, cooking and cooked Nasi kosong Pattaya

and made some pancakes.

Babah has also reported that during my absence, he did around 3-5 loads of washing. He was telling the truth, of course. When I came back, I saw this huge pile of laundry waiting to be folded. I saw three-four shirts folded on the side, I guess he did attempt to fold but never got them finished. I didn't say anything, I knew lipat-melipat was just not his thing.

Every time he came to visit us at the hospital, he brought along some fresh clothes too. The first day, he brought a blue skirt and matching blue shirt and blue t-shirt. But he forgot to bring a fresh tudung.

The next day, I specifically asked for my brown pants. He came with the brown pants I requested and matching shirt and matching tudung.

I guess I can trust his colour scheme.

On housework, he gave the house a good tidying before we came back. I've seen worse, so I praise him for the job well done.

I know staying at home with Sarah can be difficult for Babah, especially when he has to prepare everything himself and when everything has always been prepared for him before. I couldn't help to feel sorry but also thankful to him and cooked ayam bakar honey the day after we returned home from the hospital.


For Babah

For Sarah

It seems that I am only a worry guts. Babah has not only managed to handle Sarah, but also the house. This English phrase may sound awful; "Scornful dogs will eat dirty puddings" meaning: In emergency men will do many things they would scorn to do in easy circumstances. But I think the phrase has best described Babah's endurance over my absence from the house.

In short, Babah did great! Thank you Babah for being selfless and kind. And most importantly for being a devoted father and supportive husband.

Does that mean I can trust him in the future with both kids, while I get some time off by myself?