Six months of Azan

Wait a minute. Has time just sped up or did I miss a train or something because it cannot have been six months since my son was born. 

You mean, I have watched him sleep every single day for six months? You mean, I’ve kissed his squishy little cheeks a hundred times a day, for six months? You mean, I’ve fed him, and clothed him and hugged the living day lights out of him for six months? 

I have managed to care for a child for a WHOLE SIX MONTHS! MashAllah, the gift of nurture that Allah gives to a mother is truly unimaginable.  I know that motherhood was a chapter in life I always wanted to experience, but to imbrace it the way I have, I didn’t expect. I just want to sit here and watch his sleeping face… I want to count the number of lashes that feather his beautiful eyes. I want to stare at this face till he involuntarily smiles in his slumber. I want to mirror the rise and fall of his breathing. I just can’t get enough of him. 

Azan can roll over, sit up and grab at balls and small toys now.  He recognizes the faces of his family. He especially has a total soft spot for his Nani, my mom. He gives her his toothless squinty eyed smiles and can’t seem to take his hands off her face while she is talking. He responds to my dad’s duck quacks with his million dollar smiles and he loves reading and playing with his NikiMa. But the way this little guy lights up when his dad walks in the door after work is crazy! He throws up his rollie pollie arms and bops up and down in excitement. But my most favourite thing he does is when he intently watches me eat with a longing look on his face like “when do I get the eat that?” And when he tries to drink water out of a mason jar like a big kid.. Sippy cups? No thankyou, he’s going straight to the jars! 

He’s growing up too quickly. He jail breaks out of his jungle gym and his jumperoo can barely contain his energy. At this rate, I’m not sure how I’m going to keep up with him in the coming days…

I am enjoying the snuggles and the opportunity to stay home with him because I would have such anxiety if I didn’t get to see him all the time. I haven’t always been feeling like myself, but I am coming to realize that the reason why I can’t seem to recognize myself is because I am fundamentally changing. I am going a little easier on myself because of it. But I hope that as I get deeper into motherhood that I don’t doubt my decisions and choices. I hope that I am fair to myself and don’t let guilt swallow me whole when something doesn’t pan out as planned. 

I’ve gotten just a ways into parenting and it’s crazy how amazing and demanding it is at the same time. I just hope that Azan thinks I’m a good mommy. 

Happy Half Birthday Azu. Ammu loves you! 


2015 ~ an unforgettable year

2015. In one word – unforgettable.This year brought me so much that I can’t even put it into words. 

This year gave me a new identity. I became a mom to the most perfect of babies… He lights up my world. 

I am simply awestruck by his personality, his infectious smile and his giddy laughter. He defines to me the epitome of my own strength and growth and sheer ability to love unconditionally.  

He also defines the struggle that a woman can face to bring new life into the world and how you are brought on a journey so varied that there is no possible way to be prepared for everything. 

He taught me that there is nothing more humbling than the experience of taking care of an infant. To be the only person biologically responsible to make sure that his needs are met. 

Every year there is a sense of “new year – new me” and that never really pans out for me.. But this year was definitely the definition of new me!! 

I don’t know what the next year holds for me… But all I know is that it’s going to be a continuation of 2015 because in one word, it was unforgettable.


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My first month with Azan

I’m a mom. Let that little tidbit sink in a bit. Yep. A month ago today, I birthed a tiny human being in the early lights of dawn and since than, my life has never been the same.  

A short month ago, I was preparing to bring life into this world , not really realizing how this choice I had made a year ago, would leave me so incredibly altered. 

Baby Azan, born 6.6 lb with a full head of shiny black hair and the most beautiful set of eyes I have ever seen was put into my lap at the crack of dawn. He came into the world with a bang, given my very short, albeit excruciatingly painful unmedicated labour. Azan had no idea but from the moment the nurse put his tiny body on my chest, I felt a brand new emotion that was never part of my spectrum of feeling before. 

This seam-bursting, overflowing, heart swelling kind of love that cannot be described as anything other than the love that Allah put into a mother for the sake of an innocent soul that was once a part of your body and now is practically your whole entire world. 


My days are long, they consist of only focusing on two things; my baby and myself.  Being fortunate enough to have my parents so close to me, the latter has been easy. My meals are made for me, and my sleep is aided by a group of over eager grandparents, aunts and uncles and friends who are only ever  a hallway away. The former – my baby, has left me feeling capable, yet clueless; strong yet emotional; patient yet fretful; the roller coaster that is motherhood.

Never in my life have I felt such a dicotamy of emotions and realized how normal it can be. I have no idea what I am doing when I feed him, but I am sure, more than anything that he is full. My surety in the way I want to raise my son is often punctuated with bouts of emotional breakdowns where all I want to do is cry. I want everything to come naturally, and when it doesn’t, it’s frustratingly obvious how open to interpretation motherhood really is. Every mother is doing it right and not right at the same time. The shear patience that I have seemed to develop overnight is incredible. A girl who thrived on doing everything on a whim, short notice and quickly, I now wake up planning how I am going to tackle simple tasks in just my daily life. It’s just not about me anymore. And I am okay with it. 

Since baby Azan has entered our lives, the outpouring of love and support from those around us has left me speechless. So many people are visiting, bringing essentials and just being wonderfully present in my baby’s life. I can’t believe the smiles his little face brings to people. I knew I would love my own child, but when you see others feeling that love for a kid that’s not their own, it’s crazy amazing.

In a month Baby Azan has changed physically the most. He has gone from bluish tinted newborn (they don’t tell you they come out blue) to a rosy cheeked, bright eyed, calm as a cucumber little man, mashAllah. He can tell me when he is hungry to when he has a poopie diaper just by the difference in his cries. He is a good sleeper and does not cry unnecessarily. He is an amazing eater and completely a party goer. 

I thank Allah for giving me the most perfect child for me Alhumduillah. With the right amount of ease at times and challenge as well, I couldn’t be more humbled that I am blessed enough to be a mother.  In a short month, I have realized that it’s not going to be easy. Not one bit, but it will be worth more than anything I could ever do with my life. 


Flashback Friday: My Baby’s Gender Reveal

Today I want to go back to 22 weeks pregnant.

When I first got knocked up, I had no doubt that I wanted to know the gender of my baby.  I HATE surprises to the very core of my being.  

I am just one of those people that prefer to be excited about whatever that is impending.  It is hard enough to hide details of a birthday party, what you bought me for Eid, even what restaurant you are going to take me to for dinner… And you expect me to wait 40 weeks to find out whether I’m having a girl or a boy??? 

Um. Not happening. Thank you very much. 

The Hubz was less than enthusiastic given that he wanted to be surprised. I am a planner by nature and this is one of those things that I feel is such a huge change in life that I don’t think I could just go on for nine months! I mean if curiosity kills the cat, I’d be dead before long. 

The planner in me wanted to get things ready. I’m not one of those parents that wanted gender neutral everything, I’m not saying I wanted to dip dye everything pink or blue, but I’m okay with buying a little pink or a bow tie ahead of time. What with the way my pregnancy was panning out, I didn’t know how much effort I could put into putting together the final touches in the nursery, the baby’s clothes or other essentials. So it was imperative that I know. After much coaxing, the Hubz came around. 

By now you know that I don’t lose an opportunity to celebrate life small joys, this was no different. Let me tell you how it went.

I had a ultrasound appointment booked for the 22nd week of my pregnancy. It was supposed to be an anatomy scan at which point the ultrasound technician would be able to determine what the gender of the baby was going to be. However I didn’t want to find out without having my family and friends there. Now this is a little bit of a tricky situation because how many people can you fit into an ultrasound exam room? So this is how I decided to do my gender reveal. 

 The day before my ultrasound, I called my favorite Bakery, Swirl’s Cupcakes and asked if they could prebake a simple cake and not ice it. The idea was that I would get the ultrasound technician to write down the gender of the baby on a card and seal the envelope. Then I would take the envelope and give it to the Baker who would ice the inside of the cake either pink or blue depending on what the card revealed. Then I would take the cake home and cut it in the presence of close friends and family.  Swirls was super excited about the idea and really did a fantastic job of the design!

 I know I didn’t have to do it this way, however I am the type of person that likes to make memories whenever possible.  When I got home that night after the appointment with cake in hand, our close friends and family were already at my moms house waiting for us to make the big reveal.

 We had a little poll and each person either picked team boy our team girl. In our in-home poll, team girl won by a large margin. Now it was time to actually cut the cake to see who was right!

 The first thought when I cut the cake, I was extremely surprised! I was actually on team girl. It was just that girls are all I knew. Not that I was unhappy, having a boy was going to be the most amazing ride of my life. Something that the planner in me was going to find really challenging as I had no prior knowledge of how to raise a boy, given the overwhelming majority of girls in my family.  Either way, I was happy, the Hubz was happy. And we all got some really yummy cake out of it! Not to mention some tasty biryani by my mom!

Any excuse to celebrate the little joys in life! 

Preggo Diaries: You Are My Sunshine {My Baby Shower} 06.13.2015

Often times the arrival of a baby means that essentially, you cease to exsist. Your birthdays become another opportunity for family to spoil your child rather than what would normally be your day. This is just the way of the world. Nothing is about you anymore. This is something I have to come to terms with. All my life, I have enjoyed being the centre of attention. So as I progressed in my pregnancy, and people began to drop hints that I best prepare myself to become second fiddle to my baby; I became a little “self-aware” read – sad.  

 So emagine my glee when my sister and one of my closest friends began planning a baby shower for me! I was sooooo happy!   

The theme was a sunshine theme, the rhyme a very special one for my husband and I.  Accented with fresh sunflowers and bright punches of yellow, orange, and teal, my sister worked tirelessly to bring the theme to life! She added lots of dimension by doing a clothes line of baby items, a balloon installation that looked like showers, various framed prints at the food station and game station to pull the theme together.  For games, we played baby jeopardy, and baby price is right with game printables matching the colour theme of the party.  We sent friends home with homemade citrus and lavender scented bath salts. It was absolutely perfect!   

The food was nothing short of amazing! My sister, my amazing hubster and my friend put together the mouth watering feast that was really never ending! Chicken wings, beef sliders, three kinds of salads, mini shepherds pies, devilled eggs, fritters, veggie skewers… Oh this preggo went to heaven! 

And while in food heaven, this preggo met the dessert table.  My friends are amazingly talented when it comes to sugar. They made me a red velvet cake, two kinds of French macarons – earl grey tea and saffron, lemon cranberry scones, lemon bars and a preggo request of mini Krispy Kreame doughnuts. What else could you want? 
 It was a blissfully sunny day that June day. I was surrounded by my closest family and friends. There is absolutely no replacement for the joy that comes from celebrating milestones with those that you love. 

In all of this, I realized just how loved I am. My friends are always around to lend a hand and work tirelessly into the night to help set up decor, my family so ready to jump in and fully emerge themselves in any task to make the day a smashing success! 

Thank you Nikita, Nawal and Rifat for a day I will never forget.  ❤️

Event Details: 

Invites and Printables by Golden Anchor Designs – Etsy
Dress by Mimetik – Etsy
Macarons by Cookie Cornucopia
Cake by Sweetest Things TO
Scones by Living the Sweet Life
Favours by Jasmina Goudge

Food & Decor by Jumana Nikita Nuri, Nawal Obaid & Kazi Faisal Hossain

Preggo Diaries: We hit 37 Weeks! 

Photo by Moinul Delwar

It’s been a long 37 weeks but we’ve hit it! Woot! I honestly didn’t think we would get here. I had a pretty crazy pregnancy. 


Photo by Moinul Delwar


Photo by Moinul Delwar

In the first trimester I was really ill all the time, couldn’t keep food down, couldn’t keep hydrated, had to get a home care nurse to come and administer IV hydration to me so that I could continue a healthy pregnancy.


Photo by Moinul Delwar


Photo by Moinul Delwar

The second trimester seemed to start off well and I was able to enjoy the perks of being preggo, but let me tell you, that didn’t last too long. I was having too much fun dressing my bump and attending social events and weddings… And this baby just wouldn’t have it! GO FIGURE. Apparently I had to be slowed down… If I didn’t, I was at risk of preterm labour. That’s when I was ordered to go on bedrest. At the hospital. Those five days were the longest five days I have ever experienced. It didn’t end there… After I was released, I was reduced to another three weeks of bedrest at home… Even if I wanted to do things on my own, I couldn’t!  


Photo by Moinul Delwar

The third trimester came and it seemed to move the slowest. Each day began to feel longer than the last, my body surrendering to the constant discomfort of my altered physical state. It was definitely an uphill climb, a test of my patience and the resilience of my family for sure. But we got through it. 

I got through it. And I cannot even believe that I am at term now.  

Now it’s just a matter of waiting… ❤️

Photo by Moinul Delwar