yup the potter frenzy is in full force yet again, at least that is the case in our household (having three siblings who share the same potter passion can’t be that bad, huh?!)
the other day my youngest brother was watching the official trailer on youtube (the exact same one showing here) for probably a hundredth time with my son in tow and was just too delighted to tell me that jared, probably due to too much exposure, said “Mort, mort!” whilst the sinister face of Harry’s archenemy flashed on the screen. Yep, i am fully convinced that my son will grow up reading the books and watching the films, much like his mum. It won’t be a surprise anyway, i remember reading the books to him while he was still in my tummy, i even listen to the audio books while traveling (since when i got pregnant i found much of the songs in my ipod unfriendly, i.e. they seem to induce my “throwing up” instances, so i sought solace from few too preggy friendly melodies, and yep the audio books which was narrated in a delightfully crisp british accent) to and from work. And to top it all off, i watched the last Potter installment with my siblings and a cousin and you guessed it right, with my bulging tummy! So it is actually a hands down, no question asked, jared will want a lightning bolt scar on his forehead a few halloweens from now…
i will be counting down the days to 19 November with mixed emotions, delighted and ecstatic that finally the long wait is over and that we will, at long last, see our fave book in full living colour, bearing in mind the scenes from the book which i would just love to see on the big screen (how they’d manage to break into Gringots, the scenes in the forest where they’ve gone hiding plotting their next course of action, and many more) and on the other hand, sad, knowing that this will truly be the second to the last film and then there will be nothing more. The happy/sad ending. The story which has been part of our family for what 10 years or so will be part of history forever. It has converted many a faithful amongst us and long after the curtain is drawn on the last installment for the Deathly Hallows, we will reread and reread the books, watch and review the films and yep recount it to our children during storytelling tuesday nights and therefore, keep the legend of Harry Potter alive!
See you on November 19, in cinemas where harry will visit, for now let me just wipe the dust off this Deathly Hallows copy and brush up on my potter knowledge!
|The baby is well behaved|
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I was enjoying the full 9-month ride, getting the hang of it finally when my life took another 360-degree turn yet again when he came out. It was the end of my life as I know it! Suddenly it was as if I was living somebody else’s life and my old one disappeared without a trace. Goodbye to my single, comfortable, tried and tested life and hello mommyhood! Hello as well to my four-inch-or-so caesarian scar just below my navel! I would’ve wanted to deliver my baby normal, what with my fear of medicine and everything inorganic but 12 hours after my water broke, I was only 3 or 4 inches dilated that it would be impossible for my baby to come out via normal delivery, hence, without a moment’s hesitation I signed the waiver permitting the maternity hospital to cut a whole on me and get my baby out! Much as I am paralyzed with fear of the impending first major operation in my whole 30 years of existence, I fear for my baby’s well being and safety the most that my concerns readily fall into second priority.
The first few days were the hardest, while I was tending to my wounds – which can be very painful, especially when I carry my baby, that I can’t carry him longer even if I wanted to – I need to care for my son as well. He is so little, so helpless it seems, so fragile that I was wondering if I will ever really know how to care and nurture him. For the first time in a while I was having doubts whether I could muster my parenting ability soon enough so I would know how to keep him safe and satisfied. The first 2 days after we brought him home, I never slept for nearly 48 hours because all I wanted to do is look at him, and hold him as soon as he cooed! Also, I felt like I had to stay on guard lest I will wake up the next day and find him gone. I had to pinch myself every so often just to make sure, just to convince myself that I wasn’t altogether lucid dreaming and that this is a reality. My answered prayers, my dream come true, my heaven…my firstborn in my arms…it doesn’t get any better than that!