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Day 55: Baby Naked Photos

These are my pictures naked. Taken by dad (who else?)

Day 54: Smiling Babies

Dad took some pictures of me smiling and laughing. Unlike previous crying babies pictures which I didn't like, I love these smiling babies photos. Mom also loves them. Here are some of those:

Day 53: Stomach Ache

Last night I felt hard to sleep even after mom breastfed me many times. Mom and dad were confused as to what's the problem with me having unsually so hard to sleep.

At the morning however I pooped so much and only after that dad and mom were aware of the reason: I've got stomach ache. That's their conclusion which is not sure.

Actually I know thre reason only I am unable to tell them right now.

Day 52: When Baby Cries

Some say a crying baby is good sign of healthy baby. But I don't like it when dad wanted to put my crying pictures in this blog since I look uncool. But he insists, sadly, mom agrees with him. So, I have to give in and let my crying face become public consumption. Hopefully you don't leave me because of this ugly photos.

Day 51: Pee and Poop

Today I peed and pooped a lot at about 1 pm. At the time mom just fell asleep. So, it's dad who did what mom used to be doing: clean up everything and change my clothes.

I forget to tell you that after we move to the new house, and after gramma come back to Kepanjen i.e. no longer accompany mom, dad take a mother's duty everytime mom is busy doing another household jobs like cooking, etc.

Of course, we have maid at home. But she's not baby-sitter. Baby-sitting job is done by mom and dad. While the maid's duty is to clean house / sweeping and wash our clothes.

Day 50: to Kepanjen and Meet with Gramma

Mom and dad are going to Kepanjen for shopping vegetarian and other daily needs to be stored at a refrigerator dad just purchased yesterday. Before shopping we come to Kauman, gramma's house, to put me there staying with gramma. Obviously, gramma is so excited with this. She just keep carrying me over and never put me down even a second.

We came home afternoon around 12.15 am while I am falling asleep and am not aware that I have reached my home again.

Day 49: Difficult to Sleep

Last night it's very hard to sleep I don't know the reason but dad told mom the fact that gramma always carried me all the time yesterday during my brief stay there had spoiled me a little bit. Mom agrees with dad's opinion because after dad carried me for about half an hour, I fell asleep.

Mom knows that I should not get used to this. But we dont have a heart and gut to prevent gramma to do that. She's certainly did that out of her love to me.

Both dad and mom hope tonight I can sleep easily without any need for dad to carry me over. I hope so.

Day 48: Gramma Makes me Smile

Gramma seems missing me so much that when I and mom (with dad also) arrive in her house (Kauman, Kepanjen) she kisses me times and again. She also tries to make me smile by speaking as if I am a grown-up kid. To make him happier I give my best smile I could ever imagine. And guess what? Gramma looks so happy. She shouts at mom telling her that I am smile broadly.

Mom also looks happy to the fact that gramma is very happy with my arrival.

I also feel happy if my presence make everyone happy. You couldn't ask for more.

Day 47: First Visit to Gramma House

At 10 am morning me and mom going to gramma's house for the first time since we were leaving gramma's house. in Kepanjen, Malang. Dad, meanwhile continue to go with some students (santri) to Malang to buy books/kitabs. We'll stay there for a night and will be back home tomorrow. It's likely to be my routine every week. Mom said that before I was born, she and dad did this routine regularly. Besides, dad has to come to gramma's house every monday night to teach students a religious book, Hadith to be precise.

It's ok for me. It's even nice to have a different environment and surrounding every now and then to know the other sides of my family that is the aunts, uncles and cousins from mom's side.

Day 46: At Peace with Surrounding

In the morning when dad carried me to the Old House (kampongan) uncle Ali ask dad to let him to carry me for a while. Uncle Ali seems like carrying me for several minutes while dad going to the Old House for talking with aunt Luthfiyah and to meet some persons to buy a household needs. I keep quiet during in the arms of uncle Ali.

In the afternoon cousin Daud and Bessam were also coming visiting me while I was in the baby box. They kiss me and talk a lot to me. While I wanted to talk back to them I keep silent aware of the fact that I am just a 46 days old baby who cannot and should not talk or else I'll be brought to pediatrician for something wrong.

In short, I'm in peace with people surround me with cousins, uncles and aunts. They like me I guess and I'd love to like them too.

Day 45: Dad & Mom First Wedding Anniversary

Today is Dad and Mom first wedding anniversary. They married exactly today last year. I wonder if they stll remember it. I suspect dad did not remember it. He seems a bit careless about this kind of thing. But I should remind mom of this one. Woman used to be interested on what dad says as 'small thing not worth remembering'.

Whatever the case, I'd like to congratulate them for passing this one year smoothly. Wish them luck and happily ever after. Amin.

Day 44: Sleeping Comfortably

I begin to be able to sleep comfortably nowadays. Thanks God. It means I no longer distract dad and mom's sleep. Well, not quiet. I still disturb them especially mom at night for at least twice. Usually at 11 pm at night and 3 am early morning for suckling and changing clothes (for pee and poop).

Dad and mom of course happy with this development. They are now more relaxed and smile more broadly.

I am happy too. Frankly I wanted to do this (not fussy) quite long time but only this time around I can materialize it. I hope I can continue doing this to make my parents happy.

Day 43: Gramma Misses Me!

Just after two days gramma left me, she come back today with uncle Munib and aunt Alfi. She confessed to mom that she just couldn't stop missing me! How sweet.

At afternoon, Dad accompany gramma to go back to home.

First Day Pictures of Farzan Esfandiar

Photo 1

Photo 2

Photo 3

Photo 4

Photo 5

Photo 6

These are my first day pictures taken a few minutes and hours after mom's giving birth to me. Photos by either mom or aunt Shuva.

Mom thinks photo 6 is the coolest and that's the reason why she use it as wallpaper in her cellphone

My weight in this very first day was 3.7 kg. But now it escalate into 4.5 kg and that's about ten days ago. I don't know how weight I am now.

Oh btw, all pictures were taken from mom's Nokia cellphone.

Day 42: First Day without Gramma

It's a tearful farewell. Gramma feel so hard to leave me. Me too can't stop from crying. It takes time for gramma to leave me. She even could'nt kiss me for fear she will cry. I try not to cry but still my mouth shaking making an almost-cry movement and that makes mom touched and wanted to cry too.

But finally, gramma left me yesterday evening. Uncle Luthfi picked her up along with cousins Tajul, Syidan and Kia using Aunt Elvy old car.

Last night, fortunately, I was not crying much. Mom and dad are happy with that. In the early morning, gramma call mom asking the news about me. She's happy to find out that I'm not fussy last night. I hope I can continue this good habit of not crying too much.

Day 41: Last Day with Gramma

This is supposed to be the last day I'll stay with gramma. For more than forty days gramma accompany me to help dad and mom taking care of me. It's painful to separate with someone who take care of you with so much love and passion. But life gotta move on. Life has its own way to teach me, mom and dad a good lesson with and without gramma.

I think gramma also feel sad with this separation. But she's has to do her own many other jobs in her home. And the temporarry separation should happen sooner or later. It just take place tomorrow that makes your feeling saddened and emotional.

Day 40: Going to Alternative Medication

As I said yesterday, today we're going to Pak Nyoto Desa Tugu, Kecamatan Rejotangan, Kabupaten Tulungagung (Jatim) today. We left home at around 7 am in the morning. Arrive there about 9 o'clock.

First, Pak Nyoto diagnose and give treatmen to my mother whose eyelid swollen again. After fifteen minutes it's my turn. I'm crying when he touch the lump on my left neck. But it felt ok afterwards. He told mom and dad that the lump will be gone later. I hope so.

Coming back home, we take lunch at Karangkates. Mom took my picture and sitting in front of Bendungan Karangkates.

Mom told dad that her eyelid no longer painful. I wish her good luck. She the best human on earth. She deserves the best.

Day 39: Planning to Go to Alternative Medicine

Despite the lump in my left neck is not dangerous according to a pediatirician gramma still insists to go to Pak Nyoto Tulungagung (west of Blitar, Jatim). If possible, says gramma, the lump should be removed without surgery. That's what gramma expect from someone like Pak Nyoto. Gramma wanted me to grow perfectly like any other kids.

So, the plan has been made up. And we are (me, dad, mom, gramma and baby-sitter) will go tomorrorw. The driver will be Pak Saleh (Uncle Ali's truck driver)

Day 38: Haul and Maulid Nabi

Today everybody around are busy. Our family is holding a special occasion for three days starting three days ago i.e. my aqiqah and selapan celebration, uncle Hamid wedding party and now celebrating Maulid Nabi (the birth of Prophet Muhammad) and the anniversary of my grampa and gramma from Dad.

Gramma (mom's mother) who now is staying with us for the time being also busy helping aunt Lutfiyah preparing the food etc while mom, who is busy carries me, can't do anything but still go with gramma to the kitchen just to show up or make an appearance.

I try as usual to look calm and distracting them and people around. They like it I guess.

Day 37: Uncle Hamid Marriage

Today is Friday 13 March 2009. Actually it's not uncle Hamid marriage's day. Because he's already married a month ago. Today he'll come home along with his spouse, aunt Lutfiyah Rohma. We 're waiting until at 2 o'clock when he and his delegate arrive in PP Alkhoirot Karangsuko.

Dad says that uncle Hamid and aunt Lutfiyah will stay in aunt Lutfiyah's house to run the pesantren there. So, his coming here is just for introducing his couple to family and neighbors and also it's part of our tradition to celebrate a wedding party twice that is in bride house first and then in the groom home later.

Mom and gramma carried me to meet with the women guesses as they may be the only persons here who speak fluent javanese. I try hard not to cry and ask for breastfeed. I try to be calm until the proceeding is done.

And I got accolade for that from people around including from mom and gramma.

Day 36: Aqiqah Celebration

The day of Selapan (36 days of baby birth) finally comes. It will be held along with aqiqah's celebration. Dad bought two goats since I'm a boy (one goat if I were a girl). Both are slaughtered by uncle Ali. The meat are cooked by aunt Lutfiyah and her team to be distributed in my celebration today where around 400 orphans (yatim piatu) reciting shalawat and praying for the Prophet, for me as well as for all human kind.

I'm then brought by dad circling around all attendant (who mostly orphans but some are adults) some of them (the adults) cut a little part of my hair.

The celebration of my aqiqah day is done successfully. Dad carries me back to my house to meet family from Kepanjen (aunts, uncles and cousins). They look happy and praise me for staying cool (not crying) during the celebration. Yes, I'm not crying. I even fall asleep a bit when uncle Ali carries me for some minutes inside the mosque during the celebration.

The photos

Mom favorite photos

These are two mom's most favorite photos. Dad disagrees with her on this. Dad says I'm not cool here.

Day 36: Going Home at Last

Phew, finally I am home. Imagine, 36 days of my existing on this earth, I never see the so called home owned by dad, mom and myself. Dad has been patient enough to let me and mom stay at gramma's house.

Now I feel how exciting to be at home for the first time. Cousin Bessam seems loving me. He's so talkative when I arrive. I like it. Thanks for the warm welcome for all.

By the way, though I am 36 days old today. Gramma counts as 36 tomorrow and for that the Selapan and aqiqah celebration will be held tomorrow in the Mosque Al Madinah in front of our home. Dont know what will happen tomorrow. Just can't wait.

Day Thirty Five

Again I deprive my mom sleep. Mom wants to cry because of that. But what should I do? A lot of things I want to say to mom. Thousands of apologies I want to tell her over and again. But I just can't do that right now. I am still 35 days old baby.

A baby my age should not talk nor explain. I can do nothing but cry and cry. And for that I wish mom's understanding.

Day Thirty Four

We (me, dad, mom, gramma) going around Kepanjen market. It's the second time they bring me outside my house (apart from going to the hospital). Dad bought a lot of things for preparation to move to the new house: matress, kitchen stuffs, soft drinks for would be guests, etc. He also bought chairs set in gramma's friend, Meubel Barokah, Kepanjen.

Mom happy because last night I woke her up only twice to poop and pee. Everything is going fine today. Gramma is going to Turen this morning till before noon to attend khususi (tariqat meet up with Alkhidmah's Kyai Asrori of Tariqat Qadiriyah Usmaniyah that's why dad going home after 12 am (he used to go home before 9 am).

After arriving home from tariqat meet up, gramma carried me and kiss me many times. She loves me obviously. I love her too.

Day Thirty Three

Gramma is going to my new house in Karangsuko where I'd stay with mom and dad. She's there along with Toko Lumayan's owner couple (Pak Kaji Usman and Bu Kaji Farida) to measure the windows and doors there. We order to the couple the set of curtain to be installed at our new house.

They actually gramma's friend in pengajian (spiritual meet up) held regularly in gramma's local neighborhood.

Gramma uses this opportunity to have the first look to assess the situation at the new house. She seems unimpressed with the type of gas stove dad has purchased. Dad seems a bit unhappy with gramma's response on the stove thingy.

Baby First Week Photos

These are Photos of My First Five Days. Look at the first picture, I'm seen still with the umbilical cord attached in my navel

Day Thirty Two

Actually the diaper rash is still felt. But I try hard not to distrack my mom's sleep. I just woke her up at night every two hours to breastfeed and change clothes for poop and pee.

This change makes mom happy. She praises me for that saying that I'm so wonderful, handsome and smart kids. Well, I'm flattered with that. But I'm not sure whether I can contain of pain and itching caused by that diaper rash. I hope I can. To make sure that mum and dad dont get distracted by my cry.

Diaper Rash

Diaper rash (U.S.) or nappy rash (UK), (also known as "Diaper dermatitis" and "Napkin dermatitis"[1]:80) is a generic term applied to skin rashes in the diaper area that are caused by various skin disorders and/or irritants.

Generic rash or irritant diaper dermatitis (IDD) is characterized by joined patches of erythema and scaling mainly seen on the convex surfaces, with the skin folds spared.

Diaper dermatitis with secondary bacterial or fungal involvement tends to spread to concave surfaces (i.e. skin folds), as well as convex surfaces, and often exhibits a central red, beefy erythema with satellite pustules around the border (Hockenberry, 2003).

Source: Wikipedia

Cradle Cap

Cradle Cap (infantile or neonatal seborrhoeic dermatitis, also known as crusta lactea, milk crust, honeycomb disease) is a yellowish, patchy, greasy, scaly and crusty skin rash that occurs on the scalp of recently born babies. It is usually not itchy, and does not bother the baby. Cradle cap most commonly begins sometime in the first 3 months. The rash is often prominent around the ear, the eyebrows or the eyelids. It may appear in other locations as well, where it is called seborrhoeic dermatitis rather than cradle cap. Some countries use the term pityriasis capitis for cradle cap. It is extremely common, with about half of all babies affected. Most of them have a mild version of the disorder. Severe cradle cap is rare.

Source: Wikipedia

Day Thirty One: Going to Pediatrician

Gramma suddenly decided this morning to bring me to Wava Husada Hospital in Kepanjen (south of Malang) to make sure whether the lump in my left neck is something to worry about or not. Mom and Dad agree (of course they have to).

So, at about 9 am we went first to BKM Nursing Home also in Kepanjen. The pediatrician specialist there is not present. We then going right away to Wava Husada Hospital, about 2 km from BKM Nursing Home.

In short, the pediatrician named dr. April diagnosed me and decided that the lump in my left neck is not a problem. It's ok. The doctor even told us that he himself had such lump in his neck since his childhood.

Gramma, mum and dad all are in real relief. They seem so happy. Dad even kisses me over and over. I am touching and thrilled. But I pretend not to care much about it. I close my eyes. Thanks God.

Day Thirty

The plan to bring me to an alternative therapy expert turn out to be unreal. I mean, gramma seems so doubtful to bring me to such 80 km journey in my 30 days of age. So, again she consults the elderly neighbor as to what if she brings me to the therapist after I reach selapan (36 days) old? The elderly, called Mbah Was, said it's ok. No problem so far as there's no complain from me i.e. I am not crying too much in between. Mbah Was also advise mom to give me "mother's own therapy" by putting her morning saliva to where the lump in my left neck is. Mom does just that this morning. My long journey to Tulungagung, therefore, delayed until about next week.

A good news comes from my mom whose swelling eyelid has disappeared. Thanks God. I'm happy. Dad even happier.

Baby colic

Baby colic (also known as infant colic, three-month colic, and infantile colic) is a condition in which an otherwise healthy baby cries or screams frequently and for extended periods without any discernible reason.

The condition typically appears within the first three weeks of life and almost invariably disappears, often very suddenly, before the baby is three to four months old.[1] It is more common in bottle-fed babies, but also occurs in breast-fed infants. The crying frequently occurs during a specific period of the day, often in the early evening.

Since the cause is not conclusively established (see below) and the amount of crying differs between babies, there is no general consensus on the definition of "colic". Having ruled out other causes of crying, a common rule of thumb is to consider a baby "colicky" if he or she cries intensely more than three days a week, for more than three hours, for more than three weeks in a month.

Source: Wikipedia

Day Twenty Nine

Finally, the deal is made between dad, mum and gramma. I should be brought to Tulungagung, to Pak Nyoto. He's an expert in alternative medication. Tulungagung is a far away place. It's about 80 km or so from my place. Gramma needs to consult an elderly neighbor to convince her that it's ok to bring me there.

Previously, they plan to bring me to pediatrician first. But finally this is decision they think is best.

Wish me luck readers. I hope we can sort this thing out sooner rather than later.

Day Twenty Eight

Mom and Gramma were so shocked this evening to find out that there's something in my left neck. It's like a tumor. Dad after he arrives from Karangsuko were also shocked to know this.

They plan to bring me to pediatrician to check it out. They argue if needed I'be brought to traditional doctor, alternative therapist, if you like. Who is he, is not clear. The fact, people in gramma house are alarmed with this development and there's a sense of urgency as to this stuff.

I just don't know what to say because I feel nothing.

My Picture Today. Uncles and Aunts think I look older than my 28 days of age. Dad worried that I'm too chubby (psst.. I think he too much read child obesity news from American media). But mum and gramma think with this chubbiness I look 'hot' What do you think?

Oh one more thing: this pic actually dad's most favorite photos. In this photo I look "in command", he says. I am not sure what that means.

Day Twenty Seven: Mom Sick

This last two days is not my happy days. Not because of me having sick or something like that. I am saddened because of my mum suffers from eye ache. Her eyelid swollen. Gramma says she's been through eye surgery twice during her junior and senior high school days. I really hope that won't occur ever again.

That's why I am trying hard not to distract mum at night. I try my best to be a cool baby to make her suffering not worse by my cry.


A diaper (in North America) or nappy (in the United Kingdom, Australia, many Commonwealth countries and Ireland) is a sponge-like garment which people wear who are incapable of controlling their bladder or bowel movements, or are unable or unwilling to use a toilet. When diapers become full and can no longer hold any more waste, they require changing; this process is often performed by a secondary person such as a parent or caregiver. Failure to change a diaper on a regular enough basis can result in diaper rash.

Source: wikipedia

Day Twenty Six

Hmm.. a new month of March has come. 12 Days from now I will be 36 days old baby. We call it "selapan" a Javanese term for a baby who reaches that's particular age. In Javanese tradition, where Mum belongs, that special day will be celebrated as I reach that age safely. Just like "umbilical chord falling", it'll be celebrated by cooking a specil sticky-rice porridge.

Combined with Islamic tradition, that day also will be celebrated by cutting my hair by many people in the mosque who recite shalawat (praising Prophet Muhammad) in a Aqiqa for Baby celebration. I am looking forward to that day where I'll be a five minute celebrity.

In aqiqah celebration my parents will slaughter a goat as thankgiving expression to Almighty God for my birth.