There are several occasions when my daughter wakes up in the middle of the night and cries on top her lungs.  After having on and off experiences, I can split them into three categories; terrified, “nightmares” due to happy or unhappy experiences earlier in the day and the last one on the list: congek.

There was only one occasion when she woke up terrified.  Earlier that day, I brought her to stroll along a man-made lake located not far from our place, when she was less than a year old.  It is a popular spot for avid joggers, remote control boat lovers and students who are on cloud nine.  That day, I decided to follow the track until the end, which I regretted later because it was too long.    I dreaded the walk but Iris was extremely happy and by the time we finished, it was already sunset.  We hurried home.  Ever since young, I was told not to stay out during that time as that is the time when the “unseen” starts to roam around.

That night, I managed to put her to sleep as usual. A few hours later, she woke up crying, which I thought was triggered by the excitement of seeing her daddy after a week long of his absence.  It took us one hour to pacify her.  The following night, she cried again about the same time the day before.  This time, I suspected something amiss.  I recited Qursi into her ears.  She calmed down and went back to sleep the moment I finished.  That somehow confirmed my suspicion and after that, we have this routine of reciting certain verses from the Quran before she goes to sleep, to protect her from unwanted disturbances.  It works well until now.

The congek category started when her daddy missed his weekly visits one weekend and during that entire week, she went around the house murmuring, “papa.. papa..” repeatedly.  Her daddy finally came last weekend and the moment the little one saw him, she erupted as though she was releasing all the contained feeling during the entire week she misses her papa.  The cry lasted for almost 2 hours.  We had to succumbed to her demands in the many attempts to pacify her and if it worked, it was only temporary as her crying came and go.  She finally stopped when she grew too tired from the attention seeking effort.  The similar routine took place the following day as well, and she seemed to enjoy it (despite the crying) as her daddy would try to fulfill everything she “craved” for.  Alahai, anak bapak…

Yesterday, it was our maiden trip to the playground located at Halaman Samarahan.  We don’t frequent that lake anymore because there are many spine-chilling stories about it.  We had a great time at the playground.  She loves everything about the place and I knew she was content because she didn’t resist when I took her home.  At home, I bathed and tucked her to sleep at 7pm.  By 8pm she was still awake and suddenly she cried non-stop until she vomited.  Luckily I had a towel ready to “catch” it, lest I had to do extra laundry that very night.  I couldn’t catch what she wants except for the part that she wants to go out, but that is totally forbidden!  Siapa la nak keluar main, hari dah gelap sayang oi?? I guess she enjoyed her too much at the playground that she carried it to her sleep.  When she finally succumbed to her tiredness, I could feel the burden on my head was immediately lifted.  Whew!! Please don’t mummy a hard time tomorrow, darling…

p/s: I don’t mind her crying her heart out during the day.  But at night, such cry is a nuisance especially when you have adjacent neighbors who are in the midst of their very much deserved rest.