Change of Address.....

Abdurrahman had officially LEFT the premises. On May 1st, he found his nice cozy abode too cramped for his style......so he up and took off and bedded down for 3 long nights in a cozier little place that was more to his style.....an incubator. Then again on Friday, he called it quits and decided to go back to his Mother and family.....but this time, to their arms.....deciding that the womb was just NOT going to do. We were happy to receive him, and his darling sisters packed up his belongings and made his new "crib" homey for him. Alhamdulillah....it seems like he'll be okay with us for at least 16 yrs.....after that? Well....who knows?

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OMG! ALLAHU AKBAR! LISTEN UP! A new muslim has joined the ranks of Islam! Masha Allah! I've already instructed him in prayer, and asked him to say bismillah before he eats.....!! Not sure if he really gets it......but sometimes I catch him with a knowing little smirk on his face, that makes me think he understands more than I expect! (and he also yawn when I go on and on about his responsibilities towards his sisters!)

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MAY 1ST! OH MY! What a day! Hubby arrived on Sunday night.....I just walked in the door and he was at the bottom of the stairs.....DR was sending me to a radiologist for a 2nd opinion.....something was up. Hubby made it in the door, and we were leaving immediately.

Went to radiologist, back to DR....and then DR asked me a bunch of Q's. She was conidering doing the C section immediately. But I had eaten, so she decided that things would go according to schedule.

Monday morning...hubby had to go see his brother who did the heart operation....he took all the kids and left me alone for a glorious day of doing absolutely NOTHING! When the kids were leaving, my oldest kissed my cheek and became concerned. I was flushed and warm. Too warm. I passed it off.....but it didn't go away. That night, I went to see a neighbour whose daughter just had her baby....the neighbour also was concerned at my flushed cheeks. When I got home, I decided to have a cold shower.......and found that my stomach was flushed and so were my arms. I became concerned. But the baby was moving well....so I just said to myself....its tomorrow anyways!

I woke up Tues morning....and the baby really wasn't moving....subhanAllah! You can imagine my feeling! Finally about 1/2 hour after I woke up....I could feel the baby doing some light stretches inside...not his usual soccer warm up....I was concerned....but put it off to nerves.

I get to the hospital.....the DR arrives shortly....they send in nurses to listen to the baby's heart....and they can't find it. OMG....I'm going nuts......trying to be calm.....finally they get it.....but it's not.....well.....not normal. THings hurry up......they get me into the operating room.....

I'm so nervous. My blood pressure is a little raised...but they aren't concerned...they tell me to just relax. I get the epidural...after 2 pokes that miss...OW!!! And they start.

I'm lying there....saying Quran...looking at the clock.....and 10 mins later, I see them pull the baby up......and then for some reason....the DR turns to the anaesthesiologist....says something....and he turns to me and says...ur going to sleep now...WHAT?

I come around...and they are still sewing....I ask for the baby....they bring him and I kiss him.....and pass out again.....wake up....I wanna kiss the baby....U JUST DID...they said....no...I wanna kiss him again. THey bring him back.

And then here is a pure Crazy Safa moment.......I start telling a story while I"m being stitched up. I've got the DR laughing....the pain DR laughing......and they tell me not to laugh....cuz they need to keep my stomach still....HAHA! I tell you....I'm seriously nuts!

Anyways....baby Abdurrahman was having trouble breathing. His lungs tho fully developed, weren't completely open. He had to go into an incubator. His sugars were 40...which is borderline diabetic coma....(that's why he wasn't moving so much) And to top it off....whatever infection was starting to rage thru my body the day before....it went to him. The amniotic fluid in my womb was full of infection....subhanAllah!

All of this, although it sounds so major....it really wasn't. He just needed a few days in the incubator.....some antibiotics to fight this infection......and his Mommy needed some time to gather herself together. Alhamdulillah....we both got what we needed.

So what do I think about c sections? Well....as I was lying on the table....I was seriously thinking about Birth control....HAHA!

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Alhamdulillah.....All is fine....he's a 9 lb baby boy....Masha Allah! He's home with us now, and we have all fallen in love. My hormone levels are completely out of whack....I started crying yesterday because of all things...?? I was hungry....LOL! Go figure! The diabetes is gone.....my sugars keep testing excellent. I had my first piece of chocolate and EWWWWWWWWW!!! I can't stand it...YUCK YUCK YUCK! And then when I was absolutely craving a can of pop....I took a sip and was like....PHOOEY! Can't seem to drink it either...LOL! Oh woe is me....what is life without chocolate and pop? Insha Allah...my taste buds will revive!

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So there is your update all.....Alhamdulillah...thanks so much for your well wishes....ur emails.....your text messages......I truly feel loved and overwhelmed during this period of my life.......