R Nadia Sabrina: January 2014

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Counting Down the Days : 14.1.14 : Expect the Unexpected X

It's Friday again. :)

14.1.14

is coming...

4 days to go.

The days leading up to that date has overwhelmed me in so many ways.

Unexpected flashbacks and vivid images have come into my mind remembering both the joyful, blessed, beautiful, happy as well as the sad times involving my daughter on that day and my long stay at the hospital carrying her inside of me while she was fighting for her dear life.

Yesterday, I went through all the 5 big black books

which I mentioned in Drawing of My Angel, Baby Jibrael

which I posted a day before my husband left KL to go to London.

Today I scrolled down my Instagram account.
Even though I remember every single post and the story behind each posts, I just feel like putting it here.

Here in this post, I am sharing the last 12 pictures I posted on IG a year ago in January 2013

in the exact order I posted them on IG just before I gave birth to Jibrael.
I'm also sharing some of the stories behind each picture and
some of my experiences leading to the day I gave birth to Jibrael in this post.

I'm doing this for myself to be able to have a look at it

in a more organised manner in the future, if God wills it.

I remember I put this throwback picture of the trip

to Yogyakarta (Jogja) in early 2012 with my husband, parents and 3 younger brothers.

It was one of the highlights of my 2012.

It was truly quality time spent with the whole family.

I remember I put this up at a time when I haven't met my father for a long while
because he was hospitalised at another hospital at that time.
At that time, I faced many threats and possibility of giving birth early
and I tried my best to be positive and strong.
All strength belongs to the Almighty.

My mum commented the following on the IG post:

"if God wills it, we will have our next family holiday with Jibrael included."

Now, Jibrael is having a beautiful time in heaven, she does not even need a holiday.

At a place too beautiful.

Beyond imagination.

Alhamdulillah.

Posted this picture of me and the father to Putri Jibrael Zumirrah.

The one who went through every single thing together with me and our child.
My husband. My bestfriend. My lover.
My teammate. My strongest support system.
My daughter's father.

Alhamdulillah.

I remember I felt at peace when I posted this.
I went through things I could never imagined I would be strong enough to go through.
No one likes to be bedridden in the hospital.
No one likes to be sick.
But, at that time, carrying Jibrael and fighting for her life, I felt at ease.
Even though others might choose to look at me with pity through words and actions.
It was hard, yes.

But, I firmly believed that God will determine what's best for all of us.
There are times when I hit rock bottom... when I became unconscious,
when I thought I was about to lose Jibrael
or when my family thought they were going to lose me,
but I have my family who reminded me that God will determine what's best.

That was what we prayed for at that time: that God will determine what's best for all of us.

So, we just try our best and the rest we leave it to God.

Trust Him and His plans. No matter how bad it may look initially.

I was blessed to be given the gift of carrying her, meeting her, hearing her sweet voice and holding her in my arms.

Alhamdulillah.

8th January 2013

I remember I was always so excited whenever we were scheduled for the scan.

I can feel her moving about in me all the time more so because of the lack of fluid
but I was always excited to see her growth in me.
We kept track of her growth and the fluids, and although it was cramp
and she did not have a lot of space to move about like other babies,
we were always glad that she was safe and miraculously growing every week.
We were amazed looking at her growth every week.

The scans. Every Monday.
Beautiful moments.

I am blessed to feel her moving about in me and I am blessed to have been able to keep her safe and healthy until she was ready to come into this world.

Being pregnant is one of the best gifts I've ever received from the Ultimate Giver.

Alhamdulillah.

I remember from the day I was admitted, I tried my best to be positive at all times.

However, the challenge was when others see what I was doing and what I was facing as something negative.

It is all about perspective.

What we see as something positive, others may see it as something negative.

I never asked for pity,

yet people looked at me pitifully.

When I was weak and down and needed to seek support and strength, some would take the opportunity to try and push me down further, intentionally or unintentionally.

It's hard when you are trying your best to stay positive but others bring you down.

But, then again, God tests whom He loves.

"Know that you are being led to somewhere beautiful."

"Trust the process..."

Alhamdulillah.

9th January 2013

Throughout my hospital stay, from time to time I would bleed and have contractions and have a lot of false alarms going to labour.
I didn't like it whenever the doctors were concerned or suspected that I was about to go into labour.
It happened a number of times during my stay.
Since the very first week in November 2012.

But I remember that, when I posted this, I bled a lot again.

It was scary when the unexpected happened.

We did not know what to expect because when it happened, it would be so sudden.

It was quite traumatizing to say the least.

However, that day, Cho (Putri Azalea Ramli) my cousin cheered me up by spamming my IG timeline with photos of my wedding. So I screen captured all of it and collaged it and posted it on my account.
She helped kept my spirits up when my body was weak.

Alhamdulillah.

I reposted this quote from Dalai Lama, taken from my cousins Min (Putri Yasmin Ramli) and Cho.

Alhamdulillah.

12th January 2013

I remember it took me awhile to actually listen to songs since I was in the hospital.
I would usually play surah Yaseen, al-Kahf, Surah Yusuf or Surah Maryam.
It is the norm for pregnant mothers.
I was never like that before I was hospitalized.
A lot of things I never knew and never practiced before I was hospitalized.
I was ignorant about a lot of things, and still have a lot to learn.
But a lot of my family members and relatives advised me to do so and it became a habit which I loved so much till I did not and couldn't listen to songs.
Played and recited it from my phone iQuran Pro application.

However, that particular day, 12.1.13,
the song Yellow by Coldplay was playing in my head.

A lot.
Was it a sign?
All inspiration comes from the Ultimate Source of all things.

I sang it to Jibrael.
The lyrics hit me and touched my soul.
So I used an application to write out the part which touched me the most.
Never would I have thought that I was going to give birth to her in less than 2 days time.

"You know for you I'll bleed myself dry."

The non-stop leaking. The bleeding.
The fight.
I would risk my life for her.
My life was not important to me,
as everything revolves around her.
It was only then, that I understood a parent's unconditional love to their child.
The moment I was warded.

Then the moment I gave birth to her...
Seeing all the blood inside me,
my internal organs when they cut my belly
to bring Jibrael out of my body.

I was so moved by it.

Until today.

I can remember everything at that moment right up until today.
It really feels like yesterday.

I did not think about anything else but Jibrael.
I just wanted the best for her. She was in me.
I missed her as soon as they took her out of my body.
But at the same time,
I was extremely happy to see her coming out.
I finally get to see her... My first daughter.
The most amazing creation of the Creator I have ever witnessed with my own eyes.

I was willing to die for her.

"Your skin and bones turn into something beautiful...."

I imagined it when I sang it to her.
The song which meant differently before,
suddenly had a totally different meaning altogether at that time.
Subhanallah.

With God's greatest power, I witnessed her beauty.
The beauty of my daughter coming out from my womb through the emergency operation.
It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life.
The body which contained a soul which only deserves to be in heaven, nothing less.
My daughter.

Alhamdulillah.

12th January 2013

My favourite dish in the whole wide world cooked by my mother.
And I shared it with Jibrael.
A number of times at the hospital.
My mother and my husband tried their best to satisfy cravings that I had since I couldn't eat much during my first trimester.
I lost a lot of weight because of all the morning (more like whole day) sickness.
But, when I do have the appetite to eat I craved a whole lot of good food mostly cooked by my mother.
The grandmother to Jibrael.
They say when a pregnant mother craves,
it comes from her baby :)

Alhamdulillah

13th January 2013

80 days after my water broke.
Jibrael was still inside of me.
The fighter.
The miracle.
Tested at such a young age.
Tested even before she was born.
God tests whom He loves.

The day it all began.
A beautiful day it was.
For me the day was filled with joy.
Contentment.
Peace.
Love.
Smiles and laughter.

Brighter than Sunshine by Aqualung.
I sang this song happily to Jibrael when I woke up.

"I look up, you're standing next to me, what a feeling."

I remember I sang this part looking up at my husband while I was lying on my hospital bed.
At that time, it has been more than 70 days I was in the hospital.
Not seeing the outside world.
Not breathing the air out of the hospital.
But the feeling that I get to have my husband with me every time I see him, caring for me and loving me during the trying times when Jibrael and I were sick,
was a feeling I could not even begin to explain.
Happiness.
Blessed.

I sang to Jibrael,

"What a feeling in my soul - love burns brighter than sunshine
Let the rain fall I don't care
I'm yours and suddenly you're mine"

Just, beautiful.

Makes my heart smile, everytime :)

I remember that morning, my husband bought me the book Reclaim Your Heart by Yasmin Mogahed for me to read.
Farhana Hamzah, her cheerful baby Yusuf Ali and Justine Shahirah visited me.
Shereen Bahawi visited me again.
I even had grilled lamb from Chilis which I suddenly craved that day.
My last meal with Jibrael before I gave birth.
A happy delicious meal.

"Love will remain a mystery,
But give me your hand and you will see.
Your heart is keeping time with me."

My finger in hers, her fingers in mine.
I will never ever forget that moment.
This love will not be understood and will always be a mystery to others.
A mother's love, to a child in heaven.
A great gift.

Alhamdulillah.

13th January 2013

This was my last post before I gave birth to my daughter.
52 weeks ago.
Dedicated to my loving aunt.
She did not have the chance to see this post, I just found out.
She was there with me, on her birthday,
immediately when she knew I suffered from major contractions.
This time it wasn't another false alarm.
She stayed on throughout the night, with my mum and brother, as I was brought to the high dependency unit and later when I was in the labour room.
She stayed on and met Jibrael after she was born. :)

A number of people, close family and friends helped my husband, myself and Jibrael throughout the whole fight in the hospital till now.
Supported us throughout this trying time.
I am blessed.
They love Jibrael.
They shared a lot of beautiful and also difficult moments with us.
Thick and thin.

I will never ever forget the love all around me for Jibrael.
I will never forget the beautiful moments.
Etched in my heart and mind.

Alhamdulillah.

:)

So, that's the 12 pictures I posted on IG before I gave birth and some of the story behind it.

What brought me to this long post pouring my heart out?

I have been feeling a mixture of emotions recently.
Sometimes happy, sometimes sad and afraid.
Blur and confused. I really do not know how to face this coming day.

I'm excited but nervous at the same time.

14.1.14

For that beautiful day, I suddenly had the urge to plan and invite friends and loved ones to a gathering in honor and loving memory of our daughter, Putri Jibrael Zumirrah. This gathering was about sharing the beautiful memories everyone has about Jibrael. It is not a celebration but just a way to join us to remember her life and death together with others.

That idea of gathering family and friends came right after I sent my husband to KLIA for his flight to London for work last Saturday. He's still not back here yet.
Which makes it even more difficult, as I'm here alone while he's there.

A conversation with a dear friend who has so many more experiences of loss made me decide to call off the gathering on 14.1.14 yesterday.
As much as I'm excited and driven to plan for it to happen,

my friend told me that it would not be easy and I will not have any energy left as it will be an emotionally draining day. Deep down, I knew she was right.

Even this week alone has been really overwhelming for me. An emotional rollercoaster.

Something I can't explain and don't want to.

The happiest day of my life was when I gave birth to Jibrael and finally got to meet her.

The saddest day of my life was when she passed away.

Both fell on the same day.

That is 14.1.13.

The day she went to heaven.

Exactly one year ago from 14.1.14

Putri Jibrael Zumirrah binti Abdullah Khubayb

was born in this world and visited us briefly before she went to heaven.

I myself could never have imagined how I would feel, let alone others.

It is an unexpected feeling.
I still have problems facing certain things, circumstances or events which I have never had any problems with before I was warded that 1.11.12.

Thinking of 14.1.14 reminded me of life as I witnessed her life and of death.

Life, when I get to see her beauty when she was brought out of me via c-section

and death, when I held her lifeless body.

She's no longer here.

God loves her more than we love her.

I'm reminded of the beautiful overwhelming memories I managed to spend with her,

of the beautiful moments that Monday (14.1.13) morning.

I'm reminded of the beautiful overwhelming feeling of happiness and joy when I gave birth to her and hearing her beautiful voice and having her fingers grabbed mine,

only to then carry her dead body in my arms a few hours after that.

Yes, I'm not only reminded of it now as I'm typing out this blogpost,

but I'm reminded of this every single day.

So it is not that difficult for me to be reminded of death during all the birthdays I come across,

that I have to face.

My child, whom I carried, whom I expected to die after me

(like any other mother would have expected of their children),

left before me instead.

How can I not think of death during every birthday that I have to go through?

No parent would expect to bury their child.

No parent would expect to have to visit their child's grave.

No parent would expect to pray for their child who is no longer in this world.

No parent would expect that she would be blur and confused on how to face

her child's birthday which is the same day with the day she left this world.

I expected my child to visit my grave and pray for me when I'm no longer here,

not the other way around.

A normal expectation but God knows best.

Expect the unexpected.

My daughter taught me that.

I am very blessed for being able to carry Jibrael inside me.
I am also very blessed to have been given the chance to meet her, to talk to her, to hear her talk to me and hold her tiny fingers in mine.

Allah has blessed me by giving me the greatest blessing in my life by granting me my daughter.
The best gift of all.
A daughter too beautiful for earth she had to go straight to heaven.
Putri Jibrael Zumirrah made me a mother. Alhamdulillah.

As you read this, do remember the life of a fighter and a miracle, our daughter.
Please say a word of prayer and remembrance to her, and to us.
If you have any prayers, duas or messages to share
do drop them at the comments box below
as I would truly appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.

May God reward all of you for your kindness and generosity.
May we get to meet our daughter again in heaven, insyaallah.

Jibrael, we are counting down the days till we get to meet you in heaven :)
If God wills it.

:)

PEACE & LOVE!

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This post is a continuation of the following posts:-

Expect the Unexpected I : The Call, the Painting, The Gift of Love, The Place & The Office.

Expect the Unexpected II : My Besfriend's Late Mother, My 50-50, My 2012 Birthday Gift, My Late Grandmothers & My Dad's Accident

our actions
from pride (riya' / showing off),

our tongue
from lying,

our eyes
from watching treachery.

For surely You know what is hidden within.

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Counting Down the Days : 14.1.14 : Expect the Unexpected X

Expect the Unexpected I : The Call, the Painting, The Gift of Love, The Place & The Office.

Expect the Unexpected II : My Besfriend's Late Mother, My 50-50, My 2012 Birthday Gift, My Late Grandmothers & My Dad's Accident

Expect the Unexpected III : The Training at the Hospital

Expect the Unexpected IV : Happiness & Sorrows : The Experience, The Way Out & My Daugther

Expect the Unexpected V : How Do You Deal with Loss?

Expect the Unexpected VI : My Beautifully Traumatic Experience : Beautiful Jibrael

Expect the Unexpected VII : The PPROM Week

Friday the 1st of November, 2013 : Life, death, reminders and celebration : Expect the Unexpected VIII

Drawing of My Angel, Baby Jibrael : Expect the Unexpected IX

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