Born at 1300 hours
Last day of Ramadhan
Sunday
I was preparing cleaning the house, started at 5 in the morning, with determination to really clean the house. Suddenly at 0800 hours I started feeling pain not so much, with your father and your sister asleep I decided that I need to get a telephone card (My car was in the garage). Luckily caught a cab outside and managed to go and come back home. By 900 hours the pain increased I was so certain that its time for you to show yourself to the world. So announced to the house that I’m in pain and need to be going to grandma’s house since your things and mine are there.
As I reached your grandma’s house pain were increasing but was in no fear as I was sure it will take longer time till I’m ready to deliver. (I was so lucky to have a neighbour who took me to the house as I had it in my mind to pick up a cab, being stubborn and did not want to panic my family).
1130 hours I was in hospital and all went so fast and there you were in my arms by 1300 hours. Thank you for being easy on me, the pain was bearable and worth the aches for seeing you. You were so tiny 2.5 kg...
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