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As of now, the son is asleep, and I am waiting for his baba to come back. Its 11 pm, and he's still not back yet. The one thing I have to adapt to. But, I have more odd hours shifts than the husband does. Times like these, usually happens once a month or once in every 2 months. So, I am not complaining. 

A few nights ago, I woke up at 3 am, watching football *it was Brazil vs Mexico? yeah. I woke up to feed Hamza but coz I couldnt bring myself to sleep, so I had typed 2 paragraphs of updates. But, I deleted it. With all intent and purpose. and I don't remember what I had typed. Booo.

Oh yeah. So I was busy thinking of what to write, I actually went thru my old posts and I found one. It was about me being so worried about Hamza not wanting to take the bottle especially when I have to the graveyard shift. And, I was shocked that, the husband actually commented and it was some sort of assurance that things will be alright, and thus I shouldn't worry too much. 

Reading it again, sebak. I was in tears. Terharu.

Last friday, something happened at the workplace. Being the unlucky ones, *almost all the time I'll have to do 2 nightshifts for the month of July. 25 hours. I came home crying. trying to explain why i was so upset.  Upon seeing me crying, he somehow understood my frustration and worries almost immediately. I didn't have to explain anything to him. Again, the husband assured me that he can handle the son alone. It was just too much for me to handle. I cried, and he was there to comfort me. Although I know when the day comes, It'll be different altogether *hehehe but I am most glad and grateful to Allah. I am definitely blessed with a loving and understanding husband. 

He's definitely not the romantic husband. He doesn't do surprises, although there were few surprises from him. But, him being just the way he is, is just perfect for me and I am so grateful to Allah. :)

The husband is back. 12.00am. and I am so happy! toodles.