Hanna: The Best Plot Twist in My Life

Remember I said I’d post something soon about my baby niece? Well, here it is.

By the way, it’s finally June! May felt like such a long month, but I’m truly grateful for how I got through it. It was a peaceful month—no major drama, work went smoothly, and nothing urgent or annoying came up. Just the struggle of waiting for payday! Hahaha.

Thank you, May. Here’s to June—may it bring more joy, calm, and abundant blessings!

There’s one thing in life I never thought I’d get to experience—having a baby niece. And not just any niece—the real one. The original, biological kind, straight from my own sister. Sounds funny to say it that way, but you get what I mean, right?

I never imagined I could love such a tiny person this deeply. She didn’t come from me, but she feels like my whole world. I love her so much I’d give her everything—my time, my life, my peace. Sounds a bit like a stalker, doesn’t it? Haha! But that’s truly how I feel.

Her name is so long, it could probably fill a passport page on its own—thanks to my sister, who went all out. But to keep things simple, let’s just call her Hanna, and now, she’s the newest character in my life’s chapter.

Whenever I think about writing about her, there’s a wave of emotion that follows. Her journey into this world wasn’t an easy one. It’s a story full of heartbreak, waiting, and silent prayers. My sister waited nearly 7 years for her. Imagine living through a marriage where people constantly ask, “Still no baby?” or make assumptions about your worth as a woman based on your womb. It's terrifying how society makes people feel like they’re never enough. First they ask when you’ll get married. Then when you’re pregnant. Then when’s the next one. And when you’ve had “enough,” they ask why you’re still having more. It never ends.

Somewhere along the way, I closed the door on my own dream of having “my own.” I realized life doesn’t always give us what we want, but sometimes, it gives us what we didn’t know we needed. And everything, everything, truly happens in its own time.

I still remember the day my sister told me she was pregnant. I was half-asleep when she handed me a box. Inside was the ultrasound photo. I cried like I had just lost someone—hysterically dramatic, as always!

Her pregnancy wasn’t easy. She had a rare condition and bled almost throughout the whole journey. At one point, the doctor even said we might lose the baby. But Hanna? She held on. She stayed. She was strong.

I got to feel her little kicks, watch her move under the skin. Fun fact about me: I love pregnant bellies. I love touching them—petting them, as people say (though not everyone appreciates it, I know!). But when it was my own sister, girl... I turned into a full-blown witch with a magic crystal ball, rubbing her bump like I was reading the stars. Hehehe.

We also learned a new side of my sister—emotional, sensitive, moody (even though she usually acts like a gangster, LOL). We fought a lot. I often speak without thinking, and she often took it to heart. Honestly, I thought she hated me at some points. But you know what came next?

When the baby was born, she looked like her father… but over time, she started to look more like ME. The chubby cheeks, the fair skin? HAHAHA—karma for my sister for being mad at me so often. And suddenly, we had this tiny little queen in the family—mild eyes, soft skin, and a presence that filled every corner of our hearts.

I remember holding her for the first time. I was scared to touch such a fragile body, but once she was in my arms, all the fear disappeared. I just wanted to protect her. I gave her, her first bath, and wow, what a hilarious mess that was! She was basically the family’s little experiment—first everything, all trial and error. And still, she grew up happy and healthy. Alhamdulillah.

These days, she’s my happy pill. When I need a hug, she’s my go-to. She’s like a living teddy bear, soft and chubby, and full of joy. I’ve witnessed so many of her firsts—first smile, first giggle, first bite, first crawl, first step. And guess what? She said my name before she said Mama! How could I not love her endlessly?

May Allah always bless her with health, joy, and everything beautiful this world has to offer. She deserves it.

Now, she’s officially the little queen of our family. She’s everyone’s phone wallpaper. Every silly move she makes is a moment of pride—especially her funny little dances that make us feel like she’s won a world competition.

Her existence gives me the motivation to be a better aunty. A rich aunty, maybe? Amin! I want to give her everything I once wished I had. It’s not about spoiling her without guidance, but in this golden age of hers, I just want to shower her with love, nurture her, and be part of every beautiful moment. Teaching her about life can come later—right now, I just want her to feel safe, loved, and adored.

So, tell me—am I officially the ‘cool aunt’ now, or do I need to earn more baby points?

xoxo_M.