The contraction has begun and she is already at the hospital.

My wife drove to the hospital by herself for the routine pregnancy checkup… but this 1:00 o’clock call is no ordinary telephone call.

I knew that the happy day would come soon but I did not expect the day would be today.

I am about 30 miles away from the hospital and about to give a business presentation with my partner. After hearing the news, I can’t think straight anymore. I’m restless… my wife is about to deliver a baby and I’m not by her side.

The presentation is finally over and at 3:00 pm, I’m already in the labor room beside my lovely wife.

She is in pain!

But she can still throw a BIG happy smile after seeing me.

I know… by just being there gives her the necessary but extraordinary strength to face the labor.

And, being in the labor room is so intense and critical.

To me, time flew so slow…. and God knows how my wife feels about “time” right at the moment. The painful contraction continues more frequently and soon she’s already applying the breathing techniques you would normally see in a movie when a woman is in labor.

I guess the clock is about 6:00 pm when she begins pushing the baby out.

The weight of the baby was estimated to be about 3.6kg (plus or minus 200g). But, when I see her struggle, I know that something is wrong. It is not as easy labor as she had gone through before.

She is in pain and finding all the strength she has for the baby to be delivered.

All this while, I’m by her side supporting her the best I can. And, I know she is in pain. At some points, I can see her face turning red, lips blue and forehead sweating - trying to hold the pain and pushing the baby out at the same time… still, it seems more and more difficult and challenging for her.

30 minutes have passed and I have been worried like hell.

And that’s when I feel like crying because there’s not much that I can do except pray for the best.

I am devastated.

The last time in the labor room with my wife was more than 5 years ago and I remember that it was not as hard as today.

And I bet that my wife did not know how worried and scared I was.

She wouldn’t know because she was in great pain.

At this point, we ask for the doctor to use vacuum pump to help deliver the baby faster.

It helps a lot although I am worried of the tool pulling the baby out (applying the pump on baby’s head and pulling him out seems to me like unnatural).

At 6:45 pm, a cute baby boy of 4.12 kg is born. We named him Imran.

That also explains the rough time my wife had to go through all the way.

Now that the life-threatening part is over, both my wife and I are finally relieved. I swear that this experience scared me the most compared to the previous deliveries.

At the end of the day, we thank God for the joy and happiness.

A new healthy, big baby boy is now a proud son of the family…

Imran will grow together with his older brother (Aiman) and sister (Syafiqah). And, I promise to raise my family the best I can.

To my beautiful lovely wife, Linda…

I love you so much!

For the courage and sacrifice…

For the family we’re raising together…

For everything…

This will be another exciting chapter in our lives… and I’m glad I share this experience with you!

Here are some photos of Imran - proud son of Zamri Nanyan

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