I can’t thank Allah (swt) enough for his blessings. I gave birth to a healthy, beautiful baby girl 4 months ago, my part time freelancing is going well and I’m at peace with myself. Mommy-hood is treating me well. I have doubts (and plenty of guilt!) over how I’m treating Z though. Patience is not my strongest point as a mom.
I probably should write down my birth story and save it for when Z is about to become a mum in 20+ years. It’s pretty hilarious in a ‘I can’t believe they didn’t tell me the sex of my baby after birth’. Yeah, I had to ask – and even then they got it wrong the first time. And we’re talking post birth!
There I was, all ready to faint from fatigue, waiting to hear if I had a girl or a boy so I could pass out in peace and no one thinks to tell me.
I had to actually ask ‘Is it a boy or a girl?’
‘It’s a boy!’ came the reply. I only just registered the slight disappointment at not having a girl and was thanking Allah for a healthy baby boy when –
‘No wait, it’s a girl!’