Making A Moment: The first note

My beautiful princess was born. Ever so healthy, a whooping 3.75kg. Her head was round, her hair shining black, her cheeks so chubby and her 'M' shaped lips. I could never ask for anything prettier. It's like the Bruno Mars song, "When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change, Coz you're amazing, just the way you are"

I was in the Operation Theatre with Aizan during the operation. C-Sec was the best option we had opt for delivering Sofia after consulting two different O&G specialist. I can still remember the look in Aizan's eyes, ever so ready to meet with Sofia after countless times hoping that Sofia would come out sooner than the expected date. Aizan was at ease and very much happy for this moment. She didn't seem like she was at all nervous nor was she afraid. All the negative feelings had left her as she entered the OT.

The OT was all hyped up. The anesthetic specialist, Dr Rahim if my memory serves me right, was to a certain extent entertaining with all his jokes, but annoying at the same time. I recall that little grunt Dr Zul had when Dr Rahim left the OT for a split second.

I remember Sofia's first cry, it was stuck in her lungs. It was like she wants to shout and scream but something was pulling back her voice. But once she let it out, it was so loud. I can remember vividly how she cried and felt proud of her cry. I knew she was very much healthy and energetic.

The best moment was when Aizan was still in the OT finishing the last touches to her stitches and Sofia was lying in the incubator-like-machine. I was left alone with her. I felt so happy that tears were trickling. I whispered to Sofia telling her that she need not worry, her Daddy is by her side and her Daddy would not let anything bad happen to her. That was the moment that reality sinked in, I'm a Daddy.