Category: Parenting


It’s been a while since my last post.

What can I say? Parenting is hard work.

My nearly 10-month-old is a high-need baby. He isn’t happy unless he is being carried and he hates his sling now so for most of the day he’s propped up on one of my child-bearing hips as I frantically try to do the housework, cooking and laundry one-handed. He sleeps for not longer than 15 minutes and I really need that time to rest my arm.

So this is my life at the moment. Oh he does manage to get onto the floor and crawl around for a little while but my respite is short as the minute he sees me, he lifts up his arms and cries as if he has been abandoned. I’ve been through separation anxiety with the older 2 but this is something else or it’s just so much more intense.
I hate to admit it but we are getting to the stage where I am getting annoyed. I just need a good half hour of uninterrupted time where he isn’t crying or needing me so I can do for my 2 1/2 year old or just do for myself. This is spirit breaking work. I thought I was an ok mum and here comes this adorable little creature who is so difficult to please.

Duas (prayers) would be greatly appreciated :)

I had a male obstetrician for all three of my pregnancies.

SHHHHHHH!!! Don’t tell anyone because it’s a big secret and I can never look him in the eye if I happen to come across him in a social situation. I mean I’VE LOST ALL MY DIGNITY NOW. *roll eyes*

I was in labour with my first and everything was going ok ,at least as OK as any labour can go:

WAWAWAWA I want to go home! I don’t know what I’m doing. What is this thing? Oh no don’t touch that! Is the baby coming yet? I’ve had enough! My back is KILLING me!

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AND THAT WAS JUST HUSBAND, PEOPLE!*

So my father just happens to know the obstetrician on call (yeah, it’s true – Indian doctors all over the world know each other and we will NEVER EVER EVER TELL YOU WHERE DR PATEL IS.) and gives him a quick phone call to ask him to check up on me and see how I’m doing. Long story short – he walks in just as the fun is starting. He helped me deliver my baby boy.

He is a Muslim and was so much more aware of making sure I was always covered. What made husband and I decide we didn’t want anyone else to deliver our babies is how he looked at both of us and said, “Ok, you need to start pushing when you get the urge. Say, ‘bismillah’ and PUSH. I must admit, husband was busy making dua and reading Ya’Sin while I was having my labour pains and I had quite forgotten about doing any of that. All I could think about was the pain and how to stop it and give it to husband.

It made all the difference that my doctor was Muslim. He understood my obligation to fast while I was pregnant and with utmost confidence he told me I would be ok to fast up until I gave birth (which I was alhamdulillah). He was more respectful. He immediately took care of the placenta so we could take it home to bury and he made sure I was covered all the time. He is a professional and very good at his job mashaAllah.

So there you go. If I am lucky enough to be blessed with another pregnancy inshAllah i will happy to have him take care of me and be there at the birth(of course husband doesn’t know this but if we do have another one, I’m having it at home!).

My obstetrician is a Muslim MAN.
I don’t feel the least bit embarrassed by that nor do I feel I need to be.

*If you haven’t had a baby yet, just take no notice of that**

**Or is it too late now?

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