Meeting Nasreen's little Baba on Friday was so lovely, he was tiny and too precious. Small eyes, little nose, a tiny rosebud mouth, wrinkled fingers...aww and the smell! That sweet sweet newborn smell, ahhh.
Imraan ofcorse didn't leave his Guji mentality in the car park, as soon he looked at baby Nabeel, he started with the "He looks just like...".
Nasreen wasn't hearing any of it, "My son looks just like himself, nobody else...dont project your speculation on to him."
...shew! I forget sometimes how blunt Nasreen can be.
Imraan wasn't phased though...he was use to it, his sister Ayesha was alot like Nasreen in that regard.
We had a lovely visit with Nasreen but once we got to the car Imraan asked me why we were the only visitors their...i had to explain to him that Nasreen only started telling people she had a baby now, and we were amongst the first few to know...he was beyond shocked!
She wanted her labour and delivery to be a private affair, her mum and MiL will only meet the baby this evening and they can start telling the rest of the family but Nasreen won't be accepting visitors for the next two weeks.
Imraan was having a hard time swallowing all this...
"What she going to do if people come to visit by her mums place?, there won't be nurses to keep them away!", Imraan said
" she's not going by her mum, she's going home, she has a doula who will come to show her how to bath her baby etc...her mum is considered a visitor too...", I explained
Imraan was blown away, " I get no visitors, kind off...but not even her mother!!!"
Lol, how do you explain to Imraan, Nasreen's crazy philosophies'...
" She wants her post delivery period to be about their new little family, just her, Muhammad and baby. she doesn't want disruptions, inconvenience and irritation...she says that it would be a nightmare dealing with visitors when you should be bonding with the baby..." I tried to explain.
"she also doesn't want her mum or MiL because they will want to help by taking over the baby, she doesn't need that, she needs help running errands and doing house work. the baby must be her only job...something about other peoples scents and perfumes interfering with establishing breastfeeding."
I could see Imraan being completely lost...
" All I remember is that when Ayesha had her baby she came to stay for over a month, I was in matric and the house was crazy!", Imraan said
" There was alot of people around and my mother was so busy seeing to Ayesha, plus the baby, plus the visitors...Mummy really got tired."
" Ayesha's son use to cry so much, all the time...he was always hungry I think."
" Thank goodness when she had the second fellow, I was staying on campus! Maybe Nasreen has a point!", Imraan said with a laugh.
I suddenly started thinking about what kind off boundaries I want to set for when I have my babies...
That made me realize I really needed to think about it, it was going to be a logistical nightmare!
I will be living in PMB by then, our hospital was in Durban. If I wanted to do traditional Huwawar Il have to go to Sheppy, traveling for an hour with two small newborns?...shew!
Imraan must have read my mind..." don't worry, lets move first then we can make a birth plan"
I burst out laughing...a birth plan is for the labour I told him!
He smiled, " Lucky you booked us in for those prenatal classes, then"
I decided he was right, Il wait for the classes and then make informed decisions that would suit our needs.
When we got home, a familiar car was parked in the driveway...one we hadn't seen in awhile but!
" Ayesha's here!", Imraan said excitedly.
Imraan's sister barely visits nowdays, which is too bad, she such a riot! I couldn't wait to hear all her funny stories'...
The weekend looked very interesting....and it was!
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