Madness prevailed today.

I had every intention of dropping all my uni subjects this semester. But due to the persistence of my school friend, Olive, it’s ended being that I am only dropping 1 subject out of the 4 that I have taken up.

Today, I had to participate in my final presentation for my Global Strategic Management class. I brought along Hidayah and Inaaya because I refuse to let Inaaya be given the bottle. I was not about to let all that breastfeeding work end up with Inaaya going back to nipple confusion.

And so there I was in class, with my sister waving madly at me each time Inaaya bawled her eyes out. I went half bonkers trying to earn participation marks in class and juggling going out to breastfeed Inaaya outside of class.

The worst part was that, there was absolutely no place on that floor for me to breastfeed. I ended up having to sit on the floor in a quiet hidden corner to do my little business. Inaaya’s bawling attracted much attention, at one time it was the unwanted attention of the uni guard, who did not leave even after I whipped out one breast.

Then there was a gathering of six cleaners who were wondering why the child was not given the bottle, until they too saw me whipping out the breast. I was beyond politeness and had little tolerance for the curious. I shooed them away and no two ways about that.

But we did it, and I once again, could not have done it without my precious sister.

At Olive’s urging I spoke to Dr. Racela and she was had so kindly agreed to allow me to sit for my finals in GSM, and also to submit my Individual Business Research work late, so that I would not have to drop it.

Then Olive, dragged me up to the 17th floor at the Cathedral of Learning to please with my Export Import Mgt acharn to allow me to sit for my final exams. Allah’s SWT hand played a great part in this, normally teachers are notoriously difficult to corner at their desks. They are either away at class or on a break. And it was after all lunch time, but just as I was entering the teacher’s area, my Acharn walked in. Saw the child, and saw that my excuse was bonafide and he swiftly allowed me to sit for my finals. I’ve always known though that he was a kindly man.

So see, how everything has fallen into place.

Just one word sums it up.

Alhamdulillah.