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I won’t give up on us,
Even if the skies gets rough,
I’m giving you all my love,
God knows I’m tough...

Not giving up,
Mrs Mom
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p/s: #littlemomentsthatmakemyheartflutter 💓 with my ‘manja’ little boy #AliOmarMukhlis & his teddy - Mr Snuggle 🧸

Today, my 5-year-old son #AliOmarMukhlis came to me, stood right in front of me while maintaining his distance...he then asked me, “Can I give you a hug?” I shook my head signalling yes to him. Then he gently came near me and gave me a hug. A very light gentle hug - as light as a feather! He lightly put his hands on me without actually hugging me. I understood that he’s afraid that he might hurt me.

The light hug lasted for only a couple of seconds before he let go of me and again distanced himself away from me. He stared at my face. I know that look. He is scanning my face for a sign of pain. I control my facial expression trying my best to look as normal as possible. He then smiled when he is happy that I’m not showing any sign of pain.

He is satisfied that he is not causing me more pain through his hug. And I’m glad to see his bravery. Cos normally whenever I’m in pain, he wouldn’t come near me let alone touch or give me a hug cos he is afraid he is going to cause me more pain. But now he is brave enough to embrace me whenever I’m in pain. And a hug is all I need...cos his light feathery hug gave me a boost up to the sky - heavenly! Couldn’t have asked for more...

Alhamdulillah,
Mrs Mom - a mother blessed with 3 amazing children...sharing parenthood experience!
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Written by Mrs Mom,
way back 1 month ago,
on 25th December 2020,
at 12.39noon,
in Birmingham, 🇬🇧

I’m writing this at almost 3 o’clock in the morning...Yes, I just came out from the bathroom. I vomited the whole contents of my stomach until I had nothing left to bring out. My whole body is weak. Got no energy left. Feel like there’s more but nothing is left for me to vomit it out. It’s all empty now.

I decided to shower in pursuit to freshen myself up a bit for bedtime. Yes, a shower in the middle of a winter night at 2 o’clock in the morning! But I’ve got no choice left. My whole body smelt of vomit. So I ran the shower over my head while sitting down in the corner of the bath. Felt like I should just sleep there while the hot water continue to run over my head.

Bless my husband who stood there every second waiting for me patiently while watching me with the sad look in his eyes. I know he is worried. As always he would whisper in my ears that he wishes that he could replace me and take my pain away. I tried my best to look super strong in front of him. As if he couldn’t read through me.

Came out of the bath, he wiped me dry. Ready with my nightdress. Brought me up to our room and blow dried my hair. He didn’t even forget the Argan oil - bless him! As soon as he was finished blow drying my hair, he said “Now you smell so nice”. As I lay down on the bed, he covered me with 2 layers of blankets to keep me warm through this cold winter night. And he straight away sat at the end of the bed and massaged my feet. I said “It’s ok, come and sleep. It’s late now. You must be tired”. But he refused. He massaged until he fell asleep...while sitting down - as always.

It’s been his routine for many years. I slowly call him to wake him up to come and sleep properly. He gets inside the blanket and automatically his hand reaches out to me and rubs my back. As always, he would say that he’s not tired but will continue to rub me until he falls asleep. And God forbid if I move even a bit in the middle of the night, his hand will automatically start to rub me again.

May The Almighty bless my husband and reward him with the most special place in Jannatul Firdaus cos he definitely deserves it...

And I’m beyond blessed,
Mrs Mom
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Written by Mrs Mom,
on 20th January 2021,
at 2.52am,
in Birmingham, 🇬🇧