Pregnancy Week 23: Baby Ibrahim On Board (Oh, It’s a Boy!)

Just a few days ago, I had my sonogram and detail scans at KPJ Ampang Puteri. Both me and my husband were psyched beyond belief the day before the scans, and I couldn’t sleep much because obviously I spent the rest of Thursday (the scan was on Friday) imagining how the baby would ultimately look like.

Of course, mothers being mothers, we all hope the baby will look like one of those poster children on milk and diapers ads. You know, curly haired, dimpled face, wide smiled, big eyed cherubic little thing.

Will the baby take on my features or my husband’s? I mean, I don’t have any of those dimple cheeks, big eye thing going on, but neither do my husband. So, okay, let’s scratch that.

Silently, I am tad envious of my husband’s strong jawline and thick brows, and if the baby takes on those features, he will be a little heartbreaker (not that my heart was broken before). But the baby should definitely take it easy on chocolates and cakes, two things my husband likes to stuff his face with.

So, we arrived at the gynae’s (Dr. Fauziah’s) at 8.30am sharp, because we didn’t want to be late and miss the appointment with our sonographer. We were made to wait an hour or so, sheesh, so much for being punctual. But nevermind, the time has finally come, at circa 9.30 a.m., for us to meet our little nugget, for the first time. I was so nervous and giddy I almost jumped onto the scanning bed right after entering the doctor’s room. Mama just can’t wait any longer, baby.

Usually during our appointments, the doctor/gynae was aided by one assistant, so was the sonographer.

She quickly introduced herself and upon sensing my agitation, proceeded to rub the cool blue gel on my protruding belly. The baby moves, and I smiled, “see you in abit, chums”.

Then almost instantaneously, the monitor in front of me blipped and zoomed into the insides of the baby. I almost cursed, unable to contain my excitement, I WANT TO SEE THE FACE! Not the insides first!

The motherly looking sonographer ignored my grim expression, and proceeded to take us(me and hubs) on a tour inside our baby. Kidney looking good, heart valves looking good, brain development good, limps looking normal etc etc. Well of course I was overjoyed to learn that our baby is healthy and strong and now weighs around 500grams, with no apparent physical anomalies. I am happy. But please, lemme see the face now, I silently demand.

The sonographer finally relented and showed me, gasp, those gorgeous features. My husband went silent and his jaw dropped. He was gobsmacked, unable to react.

I shrieked,”eh,hidung sayang!” and he broke into the widest grin ever, and those jaw lines are so apparent, although the baby hasn’t developed much of his facial hair (the brows, not the beard) yet.

The sonographer went on to reconfirm that the baby, our little nugget, is indeed a boy.

I mean,we always knew Ibby will be a boy, there were so many tell tale signs:
1. I eat like a pig.
2. The baby was super active throughout my 23 weeks.
3. We have a crystal ball tucked somewhere at home, so we just knew.

“Itu pistol dia,” she said. We broke into fits of laughter as Baby Ibby moves again, shielding our views.

But we were happy nevertheless. No, we were not just happy, were overjoyed, over the moon, on cloud nine and all that.

Baby Ibby, mama loves you so much. We will meet in another 17 weeks okay?