and suddenly, i'm an auntie...

or a Khala, to be exact. Alhamdulillah... What a beautiful feeling to be able to address myself as Khala finally, MashaAllah... I became a Khala officially to a nephew.

I know what I'm going to storytell here is not going to be as exciting as what my sister experienced first-hand, but for me it's exciting enough a journey. I love the way Allah has planned every and each day for us, Alhamdulillah...

I was declared not fit for work on Wednesday with URTI and the doctor gave me 2-days MC. Wednesday night, I received a phone-call from the brother-in-law saying that the sister has spotting and has fever. So after a phone-call to the hospital, we decided to 'check-in' the sister to the hospital. I was slightly groggy from the medicines, but I left everything to Allah, and told Dad that he has to follow us.

So the exciting journey started. I tried to play cool driving to the hospital. Nasheed songs playing from the audio player, I sang along in the hope it will kill the butterflies in the stomach. I admit, the-self-confessed-cool-cat was NERVOUS.

And the sister was getting contractions after contractions along the way. That made me more nervous. Tried my level best to keep calm and focused. What with the grogginess from the medicines and the nervousness of hearing the sister inhale-exhale in the back-seat, oh wow, what a wonderful cocktail. My only wish was to let my sister reach the hospital properly and deliver there. Tak nak lah kene berenti kat tepi jalan nak branak punyer pasal. Sekali tak pasal2, dari driver aku jadi mak bidan kang.

Alighted the sister, the brother-in-law and the mum at the lobby while me and Dad go find a parking lot. Serious, to find a parking lot in that situation took the life out of me. Parked car and called mum and mum directed us to where we should go. Waited a while and bro-in-law said it will be a long while before the sister finally gives birth. So we went home.

Thursday, no phone call from them. And when we tried calling them, their cellphones were off. The batteries died on them. Waited till noon, sent the youngest sister for her kindergarten graduation concert rehearsal, had lunch and we were on our way to the hospital. We were trying our luck, and mum was restless due to the no-news period.

On the way, the brother-in-law called and he said my sister has safely delivered their baby. Alhamdulillah. If I was allowed, I would have stopped by the road shoulder to do 'sujud syukur'.

Reached the hospital and the sister was all fine and a while later, the nephew was wheeled in. MashaAllah. And I cried. I know you all have this impression that Im a strong iron lady, but yes, I cry at anything. I cried when the brother-in-law did the azan and iqamah on the nephew. And while I was carrying the nephew, the brother-in-law gave him a taste of a little tamar (date) - and yes, I cried yet again. Haissss... Emotional fool, me.

But Alhamdulillah, everything has tide over beautifully. Dad, Mum, Baby are all back and resting at home. And suddenly my Dad has turned Nana, my Mum has turned Nani and me and my sister have turned into Khalas. Alhamdulillah.

I know this is not as exciting as what my sister is going to enact, but it was an exciting journey for me. And the little one is a darling. And he's my new little boyfriend. Khala loves you.

And I thank Allah for sending my brother-in-law for my sister. Subhanallah, I know you would say that it's his responsibility to take care of his wife, but the way he took care of my sister, I have no words to describe. Even Dad has sung his praises for the brother-in-law. Dad said, he reminded Dad of how he was when Mum gave birth to us three sisters.


And deep in me, I am hoping for a husband as caring and as supportive as he is. InshaAllah. And I can safely say, my brother-in-law and my sister will make fantabulous parents to their little prince(s) and princess(es), InshaAllah...

*the mood to tear is here. so I better stop. Hahaha!!*

Ilal Liqaa'...!!!