[This is a repost. It occurred to me that my previous title, "Abbu gets to finally get some of the nursing action", could be misconstrued. Sorry about that…]
Well, a bleary eyed Ammi finally allowed Abbu to break out the bottle and feed Raihana Friday night. It was masha’Allah a wonderful experience.
Not only was it an incredible relief to actually be able to do something when little Raihana’s wails of hunger reached a thunderous roar, but the sight of her looking up at me, wide-eyed, as she fed for the first time was really moving, as was the sight of her drifting into post-nursing state of fana in my arms.
In other news, we were awed by the astounding gifts possessed by our dear friend Anas in baby-talking. Visiting us after attending a conference in DC, he wowed us with his skills, cooing, popping his eyes and gushing so infectiously that I–actually no slouch in the baby talk department–felt positively Vulcan. It was a virtuoso performance, especially from a single guy, and one that could probably set many a woman’s heart aflutter.
It takes a real man to dissolve himself and his ego and turn into a jumping chimp for a child’s entertainment. I must study at the feet of this wise master.