That Miracle Boy is now ONE
Yes, this boy is today one year old.
His birth a year ago was nothing less than a miracle to us.
How we survived the accident (read here, here and here) was a miracle.
How we came out of the wreckage was a miracle. Our less than one year old MPV was totally written off.
How you survived in the fragile womb of your Ibu was a miracle. Your Ibu was into her six and a half months old pregnancy when that fateful accident occurred. The doctors tried hard to 'keep' you inside as the chances of you surviving from a premature delivery was very slim.
How you scared the hell out of us when you didn't breathe in the first twenty to thirty seconds of your arrival to this world. How the peaditricians were frantically trying to revive you in the labour room. How your Ibu cried when you were quickly whisked away to the ICU ward thereafter, depriving your Ibu of her first embrace.
How I totally absolutely submit to the wills of Allah.
La hau la wala quwwata illa bilLah.
And Allahu Akbar, Allah is great.
That small fragile bundle of joy has now grown to a healthy and active boy. The cutest in the family. The subject matter of torture of other cousins who couldn't resist his yummy cheeks.
That boy now can stand on his own feet unaided and has started to take one or two baby steps. That boy now climbs and crawls up the staircase everytime he has the opportunity.
Happy birthday my miracle boy. Selamat ulangtahun yang pertama Muhammad Akid Ikram.