All Grown Up
My little tyke is 4.She turned 4 on the 4th of February. And many would say how did time flew by so fast? I myself do not have that answer. My little girl is all vocal and loud these days. Shes potty trained fully, chooses her own clothes, accessorised herslf with plenty of knick knacks before going out and thinks that being a princess is the best thing in the world. Such is the thinking of a 4 year old.
I still remember clearly how difficult it was to bring her into this world. The pregnancy itself went very very well. Its the giving birth part that is tedious. Though it was not a long one, Malik said that this was indeed my hardest. I nearly turned blue and they nearly did a caesor on me. But I did it eventually. Pushed all 3.1kg of her out. But I lost alot of blood and had a fever thenafter. Never felt this weak after a birth and was shivering like mad. The husband vowed that this would definately be our last. He could not bear to see me in pain no more. Such sweetness la my husband. Rarely show his emotions but when he does, I melt.
And so I hope she understands one day that her entering this world is one that me and her daddy will forever cherish that life is indeed so precious. And our wish is for her to be happy in whatever she does and make us her mummy and daddy proud. She’ll always be our beautiful baby girl no matter how old.
