Last time when I was in Kemaman was in 2007. I was working for my father. I stayed over at Skis’s place. I remember sipping coffee everyday after work.
Today, the place looks horrible. It rained from Sunday to Tuesday, 1-3 December 2013. Skis was stranded in the office for 2 days. Luckily he had power supply, mobile coverage and bananas, our whatsapp group kept a good company.
Take care Skis. We’ll pray for you. InsyaAllah, everything will be ok.
On Sunday morning, I attended GDayX KL with my colleague from Mesiniaga. The abbreviation doesn’t describe much, but in my opinion it stands for Google Day Experience. The event is about connecting entrepreneurs, leveraging on Google Tools, G plus etc.
It started of with the keynote from business outreach program manager, who’s in charge of the South East Asia region. Then notes by the head of Google Malaysia. He talk about the rising in internet users in Malaysia. YES CEO came and delivered his speech, I’ve got to say, hands down to YES on the education platform built for Kementrian Pelajaran Malaysia. The execution is important to make this happen.
The second session was with established online business users. There was the owner of edz.com.my, nails on wheels, and picture framing business. They shared a lot of tips on building business online. What I learned from them was,
- Just do it. Thinking about the strategy too much won’t get your anywhere.
- Do loads of marketing. Hire bloggers, pay for adswords and offer promotions to existing customers
- Focus on users. Find ways to help your customer, not on creating profits.
I have to applaud Google’s effort in engaging with their potential or existing customer, however loose ends must be tied. I believe the content is far too light. It should be what Google can do for business. Story telling about how a business starts by using Google products.
Secondly, the attendees were mainly geeks and students, not that I disagree with them, but I do have a feeling they know all this stuff so their challenge is not how to get online, but what? There were very little business owners there (as far as I can spot).
Thirdly, the discrimination of seats. There was media, normal and extra. We got the extra, and it was close to nothing. We can’t sit in front, it’s medias. No goodie bag or identification tag. The target market is business users, why are they sidelined? I guess these are the things they can work on.
We didn’t stay until the second half of the day since we have chores due (at least I do!). I have to thank Amanz for highlighting the event.
Do check out GdayX KL website. Between you and me, if you know the how to’s of blogspot, google plus and familiar with all Google products, and most importantly have an entrepreneur’s mindset, this could be for you. Go there and get inspired.
Overall, I enjoyed the event. Compared that with lazing around, this is a million times better. I look forward to attend more.
Sara. This is your name.
Unlike your Malay peers who has 3-4 names, you have a very short name. Short does not mean you’re any lesser than anyone. It also doesn’t mean you’re weird. We picked a very short and simple name for many reasons.
The world is complex, you shouldn’t be. Today, the world is a huge clutter. We’re constantly talking about improving this, efficiency that, more of this, less of that. You’re a product of uncluttered. Pure and true in it’s form.
No one calls anyone by their full name every time. Most people call me, Edwin not Muhammad Edwin or Aisyah instead of Nur Aisyah. By calling a single name it resonates clearly what your name means. Maybe we’re just lazy to call out lengthy names every time we need you to pick up your toys.
I have always envied my Chinese friends who can have as little as 6 letters to their name. Having short name makes it easier for you to write your name in any application forms. This also reduces human error. Or maybe we haven’t got all the time in the world to fill up your name.
To be really honest, your name is Iman Sara or Sara Iman. Your mother prefers the first, I love the latter. Since we couldn’t agree where Iman should be before or after, we dropped it off. It’s a simple math.
Iman Sara Iman =
Iman Sara Iman = Sara
I remembered going to JPN to register your name. When my number was called, I showed the officer my application form. He asked, “Sara je”. “Ye bang, Sara”. He looked at me, puzzled by the shortness of your name.
He continued typing your name in the system and reaffirms me, “Betul ni, Sara je?”. I nodded.
As he was just about to press enter, he triple checks with me, “Bang, saya nak tekan enter ni. Kalau dah lepas nak tukar nama kena naik mahkamah, appoint bla bla bla… so ok betul Sara je?”.
“Ye betul tu”, I couldn’t help but feel annoyed. 15 minutes later he passed me the your birth certificate.
Now the ultimate question is what does ‘Sara’ mean? As I have mentioned to you before in previous post, it means happy girl. Every parent in this world wants nothing but happiness for their kids, so do we.
ps: While finishing up this article, your great grandmother has passed away. May peace be upon her.
Being new at parenting, victories come in many ways when we cared for you Sara.
Every time we changed your diapers without you pooping on us is a victory.
Every time we didn’t drown you while bathing is a victory.
Every time we pulled out a string of mucus out your nose is a victory.
Every time we managed to put on rompers is a victory.
Every time we put you to sleep is a victory.
Every time we calmed you down from loud cries is a victory.
Every time we burped you is a victory.
Shaving your head clean was a victory.
Putting mittens and socks on without flipping your finger is a victory.
Every time we swaddled you is a victory.
Every time we do anything to you is a victory. But most importantly,
Everyday we wake up seeing you breathing is our greatest victory.
Good night little angel. Her full name is Sara, I will explain my next post.
ps: Notice the we, no more me.
As I am writing this, you are 14 days old. I know I should’ve written this sooner. “Better late then never” is not ideal but sought after since you’re born.
It was 2 am in the morning, mom and dad were still venting at each other on little things that troubled us. I had disagreement over how she spends her time, so did she. We were going no where with the heated argument. We decided to held our end of tongue and call it a night, it was going to be endless. She needed the rest, so do I, whom just got back from badminton night.
Things weren’t a breeze, less likely to be easier.
Sharp 3.50 am, your mom woke up and went to the loo. She felt like laying a brick in the middle of the night. By 4 am, she was on the bed. It was her first scream that woke me up. She was in pain, it was the beginning of the first of the many major contractions to come. I was helpless, all that I could do was put her head on my chest and stroke her hair trying my best to calm her down.
The contractions was coming it at every 5 minutes. Yes, there’s an app for that.
It happened the nights before, but soon the pain dissipated into the night. We thought it was just a false alarm. At 4.20 am, after 4 big contractions, we decided to get help from your grandparents. I explained to them what mommy was going through and they told us to make our way to the emergency ward. Luckily we have pre-packed labor essentials, change of cloths for everyone including for you.
We arrived DEMC at 4.45 am, mommy was immediately taken to labor room while I went to park the car. It was really tough leaving her side even for a mere 5 minutes. I wanted her to know that I’m there if she ever needs me.
Around 5 am, I was back into the labor room witnessing every contraction mommy is having. It felt like a stab in the heart. All that I could tell her was to either breathe deeply or calm down. The storm isn’t over, in fact, it’s just starting. At this point of time, I couldn’t help but to replay the argument we had the night before. I should’ve stopped myself when I had the time to. We all have demons in us, just a matter curbing it.
Before we went into the labor room, we made a birth plan, lists of instructions to the doctor and nurse. It was really helpful as I can focus on calming mommy and the nurse could stop asking us questions every now and then. Mommy wants epidural, I have no objection towards that. It will cost more, but if that means it’ll reduce her pain, why not?
The nurse checked mommy at 5.30 am, her cervical opening was at 5 cm. So this is not a false alarm. Mommy’s patience was nearing the tipping point. One minute she’s in pain, the other she was ok. I wish I could bear the hardship, but God wired us this way. I was right beside her all the time, praying that she’ll be alright. Like any noob, I am panicking, but I try my best not to show it.
At 7 am, the anesthesiologist came in and gave mommy epidural. If the previous pain was at 10 and 10 being the most painful, she now feels at about 8. Which was still painful. Nurse checked again, it was at 6 cm around 8 am. The nurse informed us, usually it’s about 1cm opening per hour. We were expecting to start pushing at 11am.
As God has His way, at 9.30 am you were ready to leave the womb that you’ve been living in for the past 9 months. The nurse were nothing but helpful. All that I could do was, look at mommy in the eye and tell her, everything will be ok. And sometimes, I’d just dab the sweats on her forehead. She was immersed in pain, I doubt she could tell what she was thinking or seeing. All eyes on her.
Every 5 minutes she gave a hard push. I counted every single one of them and still could remember vividly how she looked like. As eloquent as she was, she became a monster, bulldozing pass through anything in her path. She was different. But I know, this is the lady that I married and she’s bearing my kid and having me beside her meant the world to her. So no harsh words, gushing blood nor painful agonizing scream could deter this spirit of mine (no, mommy does not swear).
Your hair was clearly visible through the tight space. Once in a while, your skull appeared. Every single push made us closer to you. Truthfully, I was scared, scared that I might not be a good dad, might not be able to provide everything you want or make the best time for you, worst if you have 9 fingers, broken limbs, or little imperfections. At this point of time, I knew we should’ve done the 5D scan sooner.
The genealogist came in at 9.15 am. She told us that we need to push harder as we are nearing the 1 hour mark, which means your head will be pulled by forceps or vacuum. Neither of us wants that for you. So for 10 minutes, your mom battled it out. I must admit, I have never seen mommy as strong as that. Though she was in constant pain, she pushed really hard. I took a peak and saw your head. *Boooofffffttt* you fell on the bed as if your were spitted out. You cried immediately for 5 seconds until you were placed on mommy. You opened your eyes (not like you can see anything) and gave us the warmest look. We are you parents Sara, and we love you so much. Welcome to the world, Sara. This is your first victory.
After witnessing this magical event, I immediately texted my mom. I apologize for all the hardship I have caused her.
I gave you a good azan and I hope that it rings well in your head.
You were 15 minutes old.
Mommy is now recovering from labor, but not at the desired pace. Her emotion is everywhere, slow physical recovery and losing weight about 200 grams per day, not really a good sign. I want you to know that mommy sacrificed her body and soul for you and that she’ll go through leap and bounds over and over for you. Caring for you is nothing but cumbersome. You pooped outside your nappy a lot of time, you want susu every hour, you want us to comfort you, basically you drained our energy and resources. On contrary, we have never taken this chores negatively. We loved every minute we spent time with you.
The first night was troubling. We had very little sleep and mommy had to learn on the spot how to breast feed you. We thanked YouTube for the crash course but it was still a tall order to climb. You were hungry, mommy was tired and I’m panicking in my own way. Took us a few hours before we could latch you on properly.
Your first time in your own crib.
This is the sign you make when you want nenen. You look pale, which also means you could have jaundice. The symptoms were there, yellowish eye ball and face, you didn’t want to feed a lot and you seemed lethargic. We waited 7 days, then your pooped turned yellowish, which means you are withdrawing your bilirubin through feces and urine. That was a great relief.
I love taking care of you, even if you pooped on me … a lot.
Sara, our wish and hope for you is simple, be a happy girl and that is literally the meaning of your name.
ps: NoktahHitam: Di balik awan mendung, ada cahaya gemilang.