Okay, let me make it straight – don’t panic yet. This is not something to do with my marriage with Marj, however, it is my original composition for my second child, and first daughter, Misha.
Mishaila Josette, born in Al Ahli Hospital via Caesarian Section on November 14, 2009, has recently turned seven months. Through the combined insurance of me and Marj’, she was born in quite deluxe hospital, as compared to Jiro, my firstborn, who was born in government hospital here in Doha. Well, her arrival was not, okay, planned, but her arrival has changed everything, and her addition to the family had brought delight to the picture frame I have been imagining when I was still younger. I should be not forgetting that my mother-in-law, Mama Tess, flew back in Doha, after the news, while my sister In Norway, Gloriecel and her family, were also on visit here during that day.
Her arrival has changed everything. The first time I carried her in my arms, Jiro was crying. And that is still until now, he does not want me to carry her (recently I got his permission to carry her). Her arrival was astounding as well, that this was the day that I had to first make a decision on my professional career, but still, despite that, we still enjoyed her coming. Preparation time to go to church, malls, parties have increased. Bigger bags have been used. Yet my wife cannot forget the time that I had played tennis while they are both resting. Well, my parents were there. Sounds like an excuse? Hu-hum.
During these days, Misha had already figured out that I am her father, and she already prefers me over the others to carry her, but only after my wife and my mother-in-law in the order of hierarchy.
Some of my colleagues were commenting that the scenario of the first born asking for the same attention similar before the arrival of the second is just but normal. That while the second baby requires only physical attention, the first one needs more physical, psychological, and emotional attention to let him embrace the new family member. Yet recently, I have had the time comparing my feelings during his arrival and hers.
This is my first essay to Misha, and that is 7 months after her delivery. I have attempted to craft an original composition three months after his conception. (See separate note or this link- http://babykid090407.blogs
Both of them have inherited my magic thick eyebrows. They say that this might be an asset to the boy, but to my daughter, she might always ask me why I have it, and she had it. In fairness, they both have fair complexion which might be complimentary to my wife, and I thank it very much.
As to date, I only changed her nappies twice, the second time was only the other day when my wife had left and that my mother in law has not arrived in the house. I remembered I already changed my son’s diaper at his first month when Marj and my mother went for medical exam for her visit visa renewal.
Well, those parents who have more than one child might either condemn me for my earlier actions, or understand me. But please wait till this article is finished.
I can clearly recall that when he arrived, every time I travel outside Doha, I see to it that he has something. However, before I got “unemployed” and still had these trips in Dubai, I still see to it that he will have something, and if I cannot find something for her, I will just quickly have this thought of she is still young and won’t understand yet. But still, on that aspect, am I unfair to her? Yet I purchased a small doll for her, several feminine blocks, and an infant radio, but these are incomparable to the things I have purchased when he was at the age same like hers now.
Every time I arrive from Dubai, my son used to scream shouting my name upon opening the doors. He will hug me and kiss me, and will go to my baggage expecting for his Dubai present. My daughter, ironically, will only look at me, like one of the housemates or neighbors, and will cry as soon as I offer my hands to carry her. It will take within the day for her to recall her dada (by that time, Jiro’s present is already either damaged or destroyed). However, immediately after her refusal, I attend to Jiro who is already curiously opening his new additional toys.
Of course, people who are on my side will say “Yes Jehmar you are right, she is still young for those. She won’t understand. ” But does your number be reduced when I reveal that in the evening before all are set to bed, I do not prepare the milk formula for her, Marj does it? They both take their milk at the wee of the night and Marj should be counting in the wee of the night how many scoops of powdered milk she had already mixed with the baby water. This should have been easier for her if I could have made it ready earlier as what I do to his milk – which is already prepared before all of us snore. One time Marj commented “Indeed, you love him more than Misha.” But I have commented that I just don’t know the measurements. Another excuse? And why should I not know? Or should I know?
To recall, my peers were backing me up that the boy needs more attention other than physical one needed by the baby girl. But are these my excuses when I bring my son in the play grounds in malls, leaving my little girl on sight following us only whenever we bid goodbye on her? Yes of course she is still incapable of playing like a toddler but this brings me to another question do I also have had quality time with her? Yes I have had but it is always interrupted by the baby boy wanting me to give her to other person, so that I can attend to her. Or does he really demanding it, or was only me wanting it?
Before you will write negative comments, let me also mention that of course, I carry her to sleep every time my wife cannot bring her to sleep, or she is too tired from work. As a matter of fact, the song – Let’s Talk About Jesus Medley – I used to sing when he was at the same age like her, is the same song I am using till now. This is plus the various dancing steps. But take note, the little boy should be asleep, or should be attended by wife as well. But still, I have this third ear trying to listen to his alms for me to come back and if it is still he is crying, I return her to Marj and I play with his emotion till he stops.
One time both of them have cried and Marj was outside. Make a guess whom I have attended first? Ehem. Well, I am not that bad. I attended first to Misha, carried her, tried to pacify Jiro with her on my arms, and when still he wanted me to get rid of her in the scene, I left him inside crying, gave Misha to Marj, and attended to him, much to his delight. This might be a perfect picture of my being a fair father to both of them – with the equal love given to them, with equal attention, with equal affection. But do I really have that? Or do I show it in my actions, well at least on Misha’s sights? How many photos of him and her in my Facebook and Friendster accounts? Or should that be considered to measure the love on your child? When I am making this composition, am I thinking about my second born child, or still the first born(the baby girl is already sleeping while my son is with me outside)? Or, better comparison might be is the earlier note dedicated to him better than this article? Or they are not just incomparable?
Misha have the eyes of my wife and my mother-in-law. Jiro only have mine. But should that be the measure?
Be the judge. Let me know.
Mishaila Josette, born in Al Ahli Hospital via Caesarian Section on November 14, 2009, has recently turned seven months. Through the combined insurance of me and Marj’, she was born in quite deluxe hospital, as compared to Jiro, my firstborn, who was born in government hospital here in Doha. Well, her arrival was not, okay, planned, but her arrival has changed everything, and her addition to the family had brought delight to the picture frame I have been imagining when I was still younger. I should be not forgetting that my mother-in-law, Mama Tess, flew back in Doha, after the news, while my sister In Norway, Gloriecel and her family, were also on visit here during that day.
Her arrival has changed everything. The first time I carried her in my arms, Jiro was crying. And that is still until now, he does not want me to carry her (recently I got his permission to carry her). Her arrival was astounding as well, that this was the day that I had to first make a decision on my professional career, but still, despite that, we still enjoyed her coming. Preparation time to go to church, malls, parties have increased. Bigger bags have been used. Yet my wife cannot forget the time that I had played tennis while they are both resting. Well, my parents were there. Sounds like an excuse? Hu-hum.
During these days, Misha had already figured out that I am her father, and she already prefers me over the others to carry her, but only after my wife and my mother-in-law in the order of hierarchy.
Some of my colleagues were commenting that the scenario of the first born asking for the same attention similar before the arrival of the second is just but normal. That while the second baby requires only physical attention, the first one needs more physical, psychological, and emotional attention to let him embrace the new family member. Yet recently, I have had the time comparing my feelings during his arrival and hers.
This is my first essay to Misha, and that is 7 months after her delivery. I have attempted to craft an original composition three months after his conception. (See separate note or this link- http://babykid090407.blogs
Both of them have inherited my magic thick eyebrows. They say that this might be an asset to the boy, but to my daughter, she might always ask me why I have it, and she had it. In fairness, they both have fair complexion which might be complimentary to my wife, and I thank it very much.
As to date, I only changed her nappies twice, the second time was only the other day when my wife had left and that my mother in law has not arrived in the house. I remembered I already changed my son’s diaper at his first month when Marj and my mother went for medical exam for her visit visa renewal.
Well, those parents who have more than one child might either condemn me for my earlier actions, or understand me. But please wait till this article is finished.
I can clearly recall that when he arrived, every time I travel outside Doha, I see to it that he has something. However, before I got “unemployed” and still had these trips in Dubai, I still see to it that he will have something, and if I cannot find something for her, I will just quickly have this thought of she is still young and won’t understand yet. But still, on that aspect, am I unfair to her? Yet I purchased a small doll for her, several feminine blocks, and an infant radio, but these are incomparable to the things I have purchased when he was at the age same like hers now.
Every time I arrive from Dubai, my son used to scream shouting my name upon opening the doors. He will hug me and kiss me, and will go to my baggage expecting for his Dubai present. My daughter, ironically, will only look at me, like one of the housemates or neighbors, and will cry as soon as I offer my hands to carry her. It will take within the day for her to recall her dada (by that time, Jiro’s present is already either damaged or destroyed). However, immediately after her refusal, I attend to Jiro who is already curiously opening his new additional toys.
Of course, people who are on my side will say “Yes Jehmar you are right, she is still young for those. She won’t understand. ” But does your number be reduced when I reveal that in the evening before all are set to bed, I do not prepare the milk formula for her, Marj does it? They both take their milk at the wee of the night and Marj should be counting in the wee of the night how many scoops of powdered milk she had already mixed with the baby water. This should have been easier for her if I could have made it ready earlier as what I do to his milk – which is already prepared before all of us snore. One time Marj commented “Indeed, you love him more than Misha.” But I have commented that I just don’t know the measurements. Another excuse? And why should I not know? Or should I know?
To recall, my peers were backing me up that the boy needs more attention other than physical one needed by the baby girl. But are these my excuses when I bring my son in the play grounds in malls, leaving my little girl on sight following us only whenever we bid goodbye on her? Yes of course she is still incapable of playing like a toddler but this brings me to another question do I also have had quality time with her? Yes I have had but it is always interrupted by the baby boy wanting me to give her to other person, so that I can attend to her. Or does he really demanding it, or was only me wanting it?
Before you will write negative comments, let me also mention that of course, I carry her to sleep every time my wife cannot bring her to sleep, or she is too tired from work. As a matter of fact, the song – Let’s Talk About Jesus Medley – I used to sing when he was at the same age like her, is the same song I am using till now. This is plus the various dancing steps. But take note, the little boy should be asleep, or should be attended by wife as well. But still, I have this third ear trying to listen to his alms for me to come back and if it is still he is crying, I return her to Marj and I play with his emotion till he stops.
One time both of them have cried and Marj was outside. Make a guess whom I have attended first? Ehem. Well, I am not that bad. I attended first to Misha, carried her, tried to pacify Jiro with her on my arms, and when still he wanted me to get rid of her in the scene, I left him inside crying, gave Misha to Marj, and attended to him, much to his delight. This might be a perfect picture of my being a fair father to both of them – with the equal love given to them, with equal attention, with equal affection. But do I really have that? Or do I show it in my actions, well at least on Misha’s sights? How many photos of him and her in my Facebook and Friendster accounts? Or should that be considered to measure the love on your child? When I am making this composition, am I thinking about my second born child, or still the first born(the baby girl is already sleeping while my son is with me outside)? Or, better comparison might be is the earlier note dedicated to him better than this article? Or they are not just incomparable?
Misha have the eyes of my wife and my mother-in-law. Jiro only have mine. But should that be the measure?
Be the judge. Let me know.
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