The story when Haikal was circumcised. Of course it is worth sharing :)
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My first baby boy started his journey to becoming a man today (yeah, I know... how much more dramatic can I be, right?). Anyway, all I wanted to say was, he got circumcised today.
I thought when Daanya was circumcised some years ago when she was still a baby, it was traumatising enough. Boy, was I wrong! And that circumcision took less than 2 minutes. Maybe all along I thought I wouldn't be in the same room when my boys get circumcised. Little that I knew, despite me being a garang Mama, I am still the preferred parent under most circumstances. Not that I'm complaining. I would always like to be there when my H2D want me to be.
Anyway, it started when I got back from work on Monday and told Haikal that I had registered him to be circumcised on Saturday (which is today). I asked him whether he was ready and he immediately said no. I asked him why not when Upin and Ipin had gone through it and they were fine, to which he replied "Itu kartuuuuuuunnnn!" Hehe.
The week went by uneventfully (err, such word exists, right?). To'ki was more excited than Mama when he arranged for a doa selamat and some makan-makan at the surau for his first grandson. I only obliged and said I would contribute for the food. Haikal, in the mean time, maintained his cool. The thing about Haikal is, when he gets nervous, his asthma would act up. So, as the day came nearer, his wheezing got worse. When he woke up today, it was really bad that I had to administer the neb for him.
Once everybody was ready, I brought them to our favourite restaurant to have our weekend roti canai. Daanya kept saying "Abang nak sunatkan hari ni Mama? Daanya dah sunat daaaahh." Sigh! Nope, it did not help, but Haikal still kept his cool despite clearly being irritated with his sister.
When we walked into the clinic however, he lost all his coolness and broke down. I was surprised but just hugged him and told him that it was going to be alright. He calmed somewhat and waited apprehensively for his turn. As soon as he was called into the procedure room about an hour later, he bawled in tears again. So, he had to be brought out again. Analysing the situation at hand, I had to call Ayah and Mak Ji for support as the younger sister and brother were also getting restless by that time and I couldn't handle it by myself despite the presence of their father. And since comforting words didn't work the first time, I changed my strategy to a slightly cruel one. I told him that I would only be able to take care of him this weekend as I would be too busy during other weekends. So, either he went for it today and I would take care of him, or he could go some other day but I would not take care of him. And that actually worked.
The next time he was called in, he actually got on the bed. I waited outside apprehensively but was called in soon after. He cried out of fear. Haikal has never been good in the courageous department. Anyway, I held his hand and told him to join me in reciting the Ayatul Kursi to calm his nerves. This used to work once upon a time when he used to throw tantrums in his angry stage during the "troubled" times. And he was probably feeling shameful to have his weeny being exposed as he couldn't relax his legs when told to spread them. I was not quite sure whether I was to blame for such act since I've taught my kids to be modest and not show their private parts to anybody once they reached 5 years old. Heck, even at Haider's age now I don't allow him to run around naked.
Back to the story at hand, the method used at the clinic was only the conventional method. I'd never thought I would see this procedure being performed on anybody, even on my own kids. And when I was required to be in the room, I thought might as well I look at what was being done to my little darling (and what other men went through :p). I was just glad I did not actually faint when I saw what was being performed. Hehe. The whole procedure took a good half an hour and Haikal cried the whole entire time. By the time it was over, his clothes were drenched in sweat. And once we arrived home, he was out cold for a few hours.
I was glad that experience was over. And I vow not to go through that again with Haider or any other sons if I'm granted more in the future.
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