The webcam is just a message away

It’s raining outside as I write this. But no, I don’t feel gloomy at all despite the graying skies and the drizzle that has been going on since this morning. I’m feeling as sunshiny as yesterday when Kimi Raikonnen won the dramatic race in Suzuka – and yes, while I do admire Kimi’s driving skills, it’s not his win that makes me feel this way.

I got to see my baby on live webcam telecast.
And boy - it sure feels good. Alhamdulillah...

Now, I don’t have to imagine how he looks like because I know how he looks like. I even asked Mak to move him around so I get to see the bald patches among newly grown hair on his head. Oh yes, he's grown. Masya Allah - I know he's my own son and mothers tend to think that their children are cute - but yes, I think he's just lovely, lovely, lovely. He’s a bit inactive today, according to Mak, because his temperature is a bit high. Mak is taking him to see a specialist tomorrow for some routine check-up, so Mak reassured me that she’ll check on everything – his temperature, recommended alternative baby formula, recommended medication for his rashes and all. While I absorb all the information, I took pleasure from watching my son sleeping soundly in his Mbah’s lap, touching the PC's screen, wishing I could reach out and touch him for real.

Anyway, turns out I don’t have to withhold any calls to hubby after all (the thought of having some sort of ‘revenge’ was kinda sweet despite us being in the forgiving month of Ramadhan, heheheh). And I guess I owe my brother Abang that anime cell puncher or whatever that he’s asked for, because he was the one who got the webcam installed at my uncle’s place.

Now, I’m just a message away from seeing my son on the webcam everytime my cousin is online.

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By the way, here are some pictures of my baby alongside his ‘uncle’, baby Ahmad Umar Al-Khattab. My hubby’s then 65-year old uncle got married to one tough lawyer a day before our wedding last year. My new aunt (who’s not that much older than me) and I discovered our pregnancy at around the same time. We also learned about us getting our respective scholarship at about the same time. She got the Chevening scholarship to do her MA degree in London, while I got my Mambusho scholarship to do my MA in Tokyo. Our sons were born a week apart from each other, Umar ahead of Huzaifah. Both babies are now in Malaysia under the care of their respective maternal grandmother while their parents are miles away. (Umar’s parents are both in London now, they left 28 days after he was born.)