Time flies. Literally flies the past few days.

Its the fourth day today. Of the birth of my first grandchild, a bouncy 3.68 kg baby boy who really did give his mum and his grandma a lot of anxious and alarming moments.

He finally arrived on the 25th of February at 1.30 in the morning . That was after 2 rounds of false alarms when at both times mum went to two different hospitals and finally when the the true moment arrived, his choice was the hospital nearest to home.

Well, it wasn't that bad actually. Wherever the government hospital it may be, I suppose they are trying very hard to cope with the large numbers of patients that sometimes we the public have to learn to understand. Well in the present times, there is always an alternative to things. You want first class treatment you go to places that offer you first class treatment. And everything comes with a price, and if you can afford it why not?

Well, as in the case of my daughter, it was her personal choice to go to the government hospital. Its something that I think all young couple would opt for.

And of course as parents sometimes, as much as you would like the best for your children, sometimes you have to learn to hold back and let them decide what is best for them.

But having said that, both hubby and I decided to take matters into our hands when the anxious mum was asked to return home despite showing the early signs of labour. And that was on the 23rd of February. And she was pacing the whole night of the 24th trying very hard to contain the pain that has started .

I would have thought that being private, the two hospitals that I rang up in the early morning of the 24th would accommodate my request to bring my daughter in . But both turned down my request, the first stating the fact that there were no beds available and the latter stating that they do not take in first time patients without prior record with them. I suppose they are been cautious in the decision. Not knowing the medical history of the 11th hour patient could affect their ability to do their best.

Anyway, whatever it was, the worst is almost over. It is not completely over because I have not seen my grandson. He is still in the Neonat ICU due to injury to his head during the vacuum process done on his mum, who had no energy left in her to push him out naturally. But dad has managed to snap a photo of him . So here is he. The first of the next generation in the Omarian family. The first great grandchild to Dato Wan Omar and Datin Wan Zahrah. The first grandnephew to all of my sisters and brothers and of course the first nephew to my daughter and sons.

Welcome aboard Aqil Sidqi bin Ali Mirza.


My first Grandson.

I have never had this kind of time before. Time to sit down, sift through all my stuff . Time to identify what's good, what's not good. what need to be thrown away etc. and still lots of time left to do all other things, like to watch TV marathon from 6 in the morning right up to the last soppy movie yesterday. Still able to in between do some cooking and tidying up etc.

What a bliss.

I have managed to throw out a lot of stuff that have been kept lying idle with that thought of 'just in case'. Now they are out of the house for good.And not an ounce of regret for having done that.

Am trying to figure how to throw away that chair which has been moved down by darling hubby from upstairs balcony and another one in the room downstairs. Mr fix it thinks he wants to have it repaired to as good as new .Frankly its beyond repair and use. But no use arguing with him. Even the children have rallied behind me with supportive remarks to rid of these two chairs, but he is adamant these two chairs can be saved from Mr Dustbin.Well gotta lie low a little while before i make the move to tow them away in my car booth. Pretty soon.

So true. Wherever it may be. The scenario is the same. Its just that the degree varies.

Conflict of interest. Not so. Its just that differences in opinions. From which angle one looks at. and which school of thought. One man best friend can be another man's worst enemy.

But having said that, there must be some sort of rules laid down so that in the midst of wanting to differ, that the respect due must be uphold at all costs.

Professional differences is good for the organisation. But when it gets to be too personal it destroys . It demoralizes , it destructured the whole organisation. it create pockets , it groups people according to their school of thoughts, each wanting to outdo the other. and over a period of time , it becomes deeply rooted that it becomes quite difficult to unravel.

And that is bad.

Hmm. It has been a most promising 2 days event. Tomorrow will be the third consecutive day of very informative, good tips and 'this is what we have been waiting for' input from the seniors.

The seniors have been giving a series of talks and discussions on what to expect from the classes to be conducted and so on. So it makes everything a lot clearer and more focussed.A good start for the juniors ti pick up and carry out what is expected . The problem is, there were too many negative input from some of the seniors, making us all worked up and unsure of the unexpected.

Oh well,that's life. that's people.

Lousy and lazy

That's the current state of my physical and mental being. Just feel like not doing anything, just laze around immersed in my own thoughts and self.

Mood swings? Don't know. all I know is I don"t feel like going through the same routine as I've done before this, like yesterday or the day before. Burnt out or what?

Or maybe too much free time in hand. Too much reading perhaps? Saturated with facts and not knowing when it can be siphoned out of me?

Perhaps all of the above is true.

Oh well , maybe later today I'll be back to old self. After all , its only the beginning 2 hours of daylight . Another 11 hours of daylight to go.

Emmm.....all the best wishes to dear me.