[Writing] About her: Diandri Almira Widi.

Assalamu'alaikum, readers!

I'M BAAACK!!

Wohohoho... How are you? All is well hopefully, yes? Aamin...

How am I doing? Never better! Why so? Well, let me introduce you with someone....

Pic taken by hubby

This cute lil girl is Diandri Almira Widi. We call her "Andri".

Diandri = My & hubby's name (buDI & ANDRIani). Andriani is my last name :)

Almira = The word is from Arabic language (also used in Greek language) means "Aristocrat or Princess" - a noble call to a woman.

Widi = From a Sanskrit language, means "knowledge" or "intelligence".

My second child, my first daughter. Finally was born safely to the world on April 26, 2014 at 3:48 pm through sectio surgery, and weighted 2.65 kg. Alhamdulillah, now I have a pair of amazing kids! What more could I ask? Thank you, Allah <3

Speaking about Andri, she was born 3 weeks earlier than the due date. As I have told you in my blog titled "[Writing] 200gr", Some 'condition' occurred in my fetus. First, the fetus didn't grow as expected, she only weighted 1,5 kg on her 30th weeks, when she should have weighted 1,7 kg. Second, it seemed that there was a very smooth leakage of the amniotic fluid as there was a quite significant decrease of it (normal amount is 10, mine was just 7.8), and third, I was having an early contraction on my 33rd weeks so then I was hospitalized for two nights to prevent the early contraction from getting worse. The obgyn gave me two times of injection to mature the baby's lungs (in where my vagina felt so fucking itchy couple seconds after the injection. Bummer, haha!), in case the contraction continued and I needed to deliver the baby that day. But Alhamdulillah she stayed inside my belly a little longer, hehe... I was probably being too exhausted everyday at work. Almost everyday, I went home at night, went to and from work with motorcycle, plus I did exercise at the gym 3 times a week. DANG!!

"What the hell was she doing?", you'd prolly ask that question in your mind about me. Yes, I - too - feel stupid, come to think of it. People say you'll live your life easier and more relaxed on your second pregnancy, regarding you're experienced enough to take care your fetus and all. But no. Heck no. I skipped one most important thing about pregnancy: DON'T GET TOO TIRED. But that didn't stop me from being a badass overworked woman, wasn't I?

I'm sorry, my baby bunny. You were the one who had to bear your mommy's mischievousness *sighs*.

After being hospitalized from March 26 - 28, the obgyn forbid me to work again. So after a week of bedresting, I submitted my maternity leave form to the HR staff & my boss. I have 20 "empty" days, meaning I was going through 20 days on bed, just laid down having what my body and my fetus had been screaming since the beginning; RESTING.

And still no baby. What kind of maternity leave was that? Meh.

During my early maternity leave, I must.. bold, underline and italic this, I MUST eat six egg-whites everyfuckingday!! Not to mention a pile of vitamins & special meds to help gaining my baby's weight, and 2 glasses of hi-protein milk. GAAAAHHH!!! That felt like f.o.r.e.v.e.r. I swear God now I'm a bit trauma with egg-white. Na'ah... Won't eat that thing again for about a hundred years ahead, lol! Then I have a weekly meeting schedule with my obgyn to control the baby's progress. Everything went well, till on my 37 weeks of pregnancy (around April 20), the obgyn found no happy progress on her weight. In a week, she only gained weight below 100 gram, "That's it. You're having a surgery a week ahead, lady. She ain't growing inside there anymore (pointing my fat belly)." Then I thought, "Well that's not bad. At least she could hold on inside me for a month since I was hospitalized". I was scheduled to have a sectio surgery on April 27th, but then she must be taken out a day earlier because the amniotic fluid decreased again from 8.8 to 7.1.

Pic taken by hubby

With the chubs-chubs (I feel like eating those cheeks, lol)

A day after she was born, my breastmilk had come out. Yeaaay... Learning from my previous breastfeeding time with #LittleRayyan, I already pumped my milk the day after my surgery - of course along with bfeeding Andri. Must be honest, I felt soo guilty to her, esp when knowing she just weighted 2.65 kg, while her brother weighted 3,3 kg when he was born. So I was like turning into a breastmilk bitch. I'm all about breastfeeding and breastpumping. I ignored the 'quite-maddening' pain that I felt post surgery, what mattered to me was only bfeeding her & collecting the milk since the beginning. I have collected more than 6 bottles of milk @60ml during 4 days of recovery at the hospital. Seemed to be destined to do that, on Day-3 Andri's bilirubin (hematoidin) was 11,7. Not too high but couldn't be ignored as well. The DSA suggested a blue light treatment to Andri for a day. You know the rule, aight? During the treatment I couldn't breastfeed her, so the pumped breastmilk I had been collecting was very useful. Till today, Alhamdulillah I have collected enough (even a lot) stockpile of breastmilk inside the freezer at home. I already got back to work since last week, the struggle to pump the milk has begun ladies and gents. I determine and demand myself to bfeed Andri till she's 2 years old - just like her brother. She must grow as healthy as possible with my breastmilk. I have to make it up to her to remove the guilty feeling I've been bearing, hehehe... Wish me luck!! *fingers crossed*

Breast is Best!!

May 18th 2014

June 7th, 2014

July 13th, 2014

One nice thing to know is that Rayyan's and Andri's birthdays are so close to each other. Rayyan is on April 24th and Andri is on April 26th. Hohoho... It's a blessing thing to us - parents right? LOL.

Anyway, my hubby had been collecting videos since my first trimester of pregnancy till Andri was born. The video has up on Youtube. It's our little present to her just so someday - when we're not in this world again - she could see how much her parents love her and want the best for her, for her brother as well. They're everything to me, they're the air I breathe, the charger of my battery, the water for my dry throat. They're my ultimate antidote.

Rayyan Widi Alastair & Diandri Almira Widi

Taken by hubby

Enjoy the video, I gotta go now... Pumping! LOL. Have a nice day, peeps. Happy fasting and enjoy the Eid Fitr's allowance (Or should I say, THR??). Yeeehaaaww...! :D

Wassalam,

G.

[Writing] Morning, rain...

Morning rain, morning people... Assalamu'alaikum ^^

To those who are being suffered by the flood all around this lovely country... Be patient and strong, ok? Rainbow will come after storm attacks us, I do believe in that sentence - literally or metaphorically.

I just concern with one thing, please please please... From now on, let's not being so ignorant about the daily trash we throw. Just don't throw them carelessly - moreover in the river and gutter. We know now that nature never lies. We'll harvest what we've planted, and now we're harvesting it through flood. Feels shitty, right? That's why I feel like punching one's face every time I see her/him throwing garbage at any place but trash can. I'd better put the trash in my bag temporarily if I don't see any trash can nearby then to throw them carelessly, seriously. Do not act like uneducated person, hey capital residents.

Btw I just arrived at work, Alhamdulillah safe and sound and still waiting my hubby to text me if he arrives at his office too. Feeling so hungry & cold, let's have a (late) breakfast & listen to the soothing playlist, shall we? ;)

Ketupat sayur, anyone? ;)

My playlist this morning

G.

[Writing] What is up?

Assalamu'alaikum,

Writing again in here feels like coming back to a place called "home" and finding out there are thousands of things need to be cleaned up. This place has been abandoned for quite a time. Having my own real life with family, work & others makes me... well, forget this place I once always laid my teen-type of emotions with all those lame chaotic love and hate stories of my life. It is true, they say... That people can be so creative when they get hurt / wounded by those they care about. But once they're happy (Let's say in my case of happiness - get married, have a son & run a small warm family), the creativity just blows away like a candle that's been blown off by the wind. It seriously is, if you haven't married yet you might not feel what I just wrote.

But anyway, I feel nothing but a huge missing to this lovely page of mine so I decided to write a bit in here. Nothing to write, perhaps just some updates of my life,

Starting from my pregnancy.

In my previous blog post, I proudly informed you readers that I was positively pregnant. Yep! This is my second pregnancy, can't be more excited fo-sho and now it's entering 21st week. Actually the obgyn already has a huge hint on what sex my future child will have, but let's not so keen about it just yet. What matters now is that this womb is always safe and sound, healthy & well-protected. But I must say the truth... My first child is a "he". So, it's not so hard for you to guess what sex I'm hoping my second child to have? LOL. Yes, that's it. Let's pray to Allah, shall we?

AAMIIN...!! :D

Me & Hubby @ Pekan Produk Kreatif Indonesia - Epicentrum Walk, Dec 1st 2013

So what about it, what about my second pregnancy? I believe in the saying that every pregnancy that every mother has is unique. They have their own stories about their pregnancy stages. It is why many mothers sometimes miss the feeling of being pregnant - incl. me. I must say my second pregnancy has been... if I can't say harder, I'd say say chaotic! Hehehe... Yes, chaotic is the best word to describe it. Starting the first week I found out that I was preggo from the pregnancy test, I was quite sure that my mind impulsion to feel the nausea took part a bit. The nausea attacked me almost all day long & I felt this stomach-ache like I wanted to poop more than 3 times per/day. Wow! Never felt this in my first pregnancy, so I got shocked a bit. Always got rest on weekend. Almost had no time socializing or doing my tasks in several movements I'm joining in or even taking my family out just to have dinner / play at the play park. Always played dead on Sat and Sun. I even had this symptom called a "heart burn", a burning sensation from my throat down to my heart then to my gastric every time I drink or eat. It happened due to the high frequency of vomiting so the gastric acid came out along with the vomits. Ladies and gents, it happened until the week 16 and it felt like shit. Period.

Okay now, let's continue with other things.

Work runs well, friendship runs normal - No psychopath attack so far, LOL. What was interesting is probably about my handsome lil Ville Valo-ish son named Rayyan :D He has been circumcised! Yeaaay, finally! Alhamdulillah it ran well from the medical action till the recovery time. He was circumcised on Dec 16th after his final semester test in his school. Actually I was worried to death about how he could face the circumcision - which is undoubtedly very painful after the anesthetic effect has gone. But he once again surprised us - the parents - about how well he could manage his fear over circumcision and the pain. I didn't expect an understandable & pain-proof kinda son either. Moreover, he's still 3. But he managed it pretty well. Being spoiled for a week after the medical action, but then he got back pretty fast when the klamp has been removed from his penis 5 days post-circumcision. Anyway, after in-depth research about the best method, I & hubby decided that he would be circumcised with a smart klamp method. It's a new method that is popular recently, because it doesn't produce much blood and for me the process looked pretty humane! LOL... Well, don't blame a mother for being too worried about their treasure named kids, just don't! :D

Rayyan post-circumcision. Langsung pake celana & memang disarankan begitu. Congrats kiddo :-*

Why did Rayyan circumcised in such a very young age? Yes, we do have reasons for what we've done. It's because Rayyan's penis was having a 'situation' called Phimosis. You might wanna check out what it means on Wiki / Google. But in short, phimosis is a congenital narrowing of the opening of the foreskin so that it cannot be retracted. The effect of ignoring a Phimosis'd penis is an inflammation inside it coz the impurities from the urine settle in and can't be taken out due to the congenital narrowing. So circumcision is the only way out. Thank Allah it's over now. And as much as how funny it might sound to you, now my son has the cutest well-shaped penis ever! Hahahahahaha... Good job anyway, kiddo. Momma's proud of ya ;)

How about the 2 movements I'm joining in since 2 years ago, which are #IndonesiaTanpaJIL and @MariBerhijab?

Still running, Alhamdulillah. Both movements are doing internal committee recasting recently. Due to my pregnancy, my work load, my duty in family & my band - which is now on process of making our 3rd album - I decided to not to be too actively involved in movement programs that require field works. I'll let the tasks to the younger, more vibrant troops to handle it. Working behind the scene is prolly better now, I know my limit ;) The last program that I did with #IndonesiaTanpaJIL was a talkshow about gender & equality in Islam by @HijaberTanpaJIL - a muslimah movement under the name of ITJ. Hopefully those 2 movements can maintain a long lasting existence among the muslim people. More muslims are enlightened by Islam, that's still be our goal. Bismillah :)

 

Committee of Gender Talk Event held by @HijaberTanpaJIL with Mahdavi - Novelist. Coffee Inst, Dec 15th

What else? Oh yeah, about 3 weeks ago I received an award for my 5 years of service to the company I'm working in, Bakrie & Brothers. Alhamdulillah... Actually I should've received the award on January 2012 but there was no award event held last year, so I just received it this year. This month, January 7th, will be my 7th year of working here. Wow, time flies isn't it? Is now the right time for me to "get out of the nest and spread my wings wider"? We'll see ^___^

Me with the award (Pregnancy: 18 weeks)

The last exciting thing I want to share is that me & hubby have our own new "hobby" now, hopefully a profitable hobby (Aamiin...). His new hobby is photography. I'm so proud to see how fast he learns it. It's been his desire deep down inside, I knew it. He's gifted to that. Though I was the one who bought the SLR camera, but he's the one who learns it seriously and takes care of the camera, LOL. Me? Well, my new hobby is still related to the photography world too - a bit. Just wait, prolly will post it in here someday if I have the gut, hehehe...

Some of his works :)

Gotta back to work. You have a nice day aight? I'm out!

Wassalam,
G.

[Writing] I pray for you.

Hey, how are you? I see you, just now. All looks good. You look happy with that smile upon you, embracing your little angel that once you considered as "something you would never belong to."

Hey, I know you. I do. You are the one that once had killed me, ripped me & stabbed me from all directions with the dirtiest lowest blackest lies one could imagine to say, and to write upon another.

Hey, I haven't say this to you. Until now, no glimpse of the past shadows have enlightened me of what I have done wrong to you. What have I done, Hey? What have these hands, legs, eyes, ears or this mouth, heart, nose & brain done to you that you felt you needed to spit shit all over me & left me in silent wrath?

Hey, do you remember me? The one that you judged with lame observations like a little girl hitting water balloon with eyes closed. You hit the wrong balloon. You hit the wrong girl. You hit the wrong ego. It was nothing but the beastest beast of me who had been rudely woken up by a troll heart of yours and all that you saw was more than you might expected. I was knitting my yarn of revenge in harmless silence and a glorious smile formed on these lips in which a princess won't be able to impersonate.

Hey, have you paid it? I know you have. You might have swallowed the prickles that burst out from a snow ball you created through that witching times of yours. They went down through you chest, fixing what's broken. Even if it was beyond time to repair. But you've changed by my vengeance. I see you now nowhere near a figure that was used to be yours; drop dead disgusting and empty.

Hey, I send pray for you... For all [good] things that you said won't happen to you, will happen. I pray for you... For all [bad] things you've said about me, won't be true.

I pray for you, that one day when you finally realize all shitty things you've said about me were never there and never be. I pray for you that you will pray for me.

Then all this riot remains something to laugh about, mostly about the stupid rivalry that never have to be existed. Now... Does that ring a bell to you? :)

Sincerely,

Your fave enemy.

[Link] Al-Barakah Jumu'ah

Salam 'alaikum silent & loud readers :)

Selamat hari Jum'aaat... Selamat shalat Jum'at buat para laki-laki muslim [Kalian LAKI banget kalo pergi Jum'atan dengan baju koko & khusyu dalam shalat dan do'anya. Asli, macho dah! hehehe]. Jangan sia-siakan hari berkah ini ya.

Gue mau share link yang keren pake banget. Blog-nya Ust. Herry Nurdi. Emang gue salah satu penggemar tausyiah2 beliau. Soalnya menurut gue, cara beliau bertausyiah itu "masuk" banget ke otak anak-anak muda jaman sekarang. Penyampaiannya ngga boring, diselingi humor tapi gong nya dapet. Tetep berisi.

Nah, bagi yang belom pernah denger tausyiahnya beliau [kesiaan deh lu *ngibrit*] nih eyke kasih link blog nya >> http://herrynurdi.com/ . Hari ini blog ini sukses buat gue berlinangan air mata [walau amazingly gue tetep terlihat kece biar lagi mewek juga *plethak*] pas baca yang judulnya "Rindu Kami pada Rasulullah". Merasa sombong dan lalai, kepengen banget bisa bertemu Rasulullah pada akhirnya di akhirat nanti, tapi langsung berasa selama ini gue lebih sering memikirkan hal-hal lain yang bersifat duniawi ketimbang inget kekasih Allah itu. Haduuuh... Tobat Wed, tobat *nangis kayang*

Jadiii singkat ceritaaa.... Eh, kenapa Iwed ngeblog pake mother tongue? Tumben sekaleee?

Ya biarin sih, suka-suka gue. Trus gue harus ketok pintu kamar loe sambil bilang "Wow!" gituh?

Jum'aaat Jum'aat... hari baiik. Ngga boleh maraaah, hehehehe...

"berdehem*

Ya sudahlah, gitu aja. Udah adzan. Gih pada Jum'atan dulu. Setelah itu selamat membaca. Semoga tulisan2 beliau memiliki efek "nampar" ke temen2 yang tidak sekeras efeknya ke gue. Itu artinya kalian lebih baik dalam memikirkan akhirat ketimbang dunia. And I will envy you for that ^^

Have a nice day all... Barakallah for this kind Jumu'ah!

Wassalam

G.

[Movement] @MariBerhijab 's second meeting

Salam 'alaikum all,

Fiuhh, it's about time I have to come back to write a journal again since my mom passed away. I didn't have any gut / motivation to write or record any video for my Youtube channel. I grieved too deep. Who doesn't think that it's the end of the world when your mom slip away from your world forever? I had to remind myself that Allah doesn't like to see His people get stuck with their grief & the downfall and stuff like that as if they don't have any grip to get on their feet again & move on.

I have Allah, and so I can be strong, even stronger than I could imagine. Alhamdulillah... I'm moving on now. I know my mom never left me alone. She's with me. She is me. She is :)

Anyway, for a starter to keep myself busy (and useful for others), I and some of my sisters in @MariBerhijab movement held a second meeting on Saturday, Oct 13 2012 at my office. We were planning on our short-term events & activities. Came up with several points of what-to-dos, had a nice funny chitchat & ended up praying Dzuhur then having lunch together at Solaria, Plaza Festival. It was quite a productive day, that day :)

I hope @MariBerhijab movement can be one tiny inspirational thing out from other bigger inspirational things to move many muslimah's hearts to chase for their hidayah and start wearing hijab for their own good. In Islam, it's not just about making friends with good people, but also reaching the arms of other good people who still can't find the goodness in their own selves. That's why we're here, to help Muslimah in finding their goodness.

Dan bagi tiap-tiap umat ada kiblatnya (sendiri) yang ia menghadap kepadanya. Maka berlomba-lombalah (dalam membuat) kebaikan. Di mana saja kamu berada pasti Allah akan mengumpulkan kamu sekalian (pada hari kiamat). Sesungguhnya Allah Maha Kuasa atas segala sesuatu.[QS. 2:148]

 For those who wanna know more about our movement, kindly follow our Twitter @MariBerhijab, like our fan page and our Wordpress blog. Or if you wanna ask anything to us, kindly email us at mariberhijab@gmail.com.

Women are noble people in Islam. Let's not degrading that value. Respect ourselves. Cover ourselves. See ya in our upcoming events, girls. Keep yourself updated ^^

Wassalam,

G.

Dear my multiplied-Multiply friends ^^,

Wicked! If I have to describe this year in one word, that prolly be a word I'd say. How could I not? This year - until this far - has been a great year for either my career life and personal one. So much I can tell but I'm not here to do a 'dear diary' thingy. I just want to form an outline of this year to another word besides wicked, that is "Alhamdulillah" :)

The holy Ramadhan is coming (again) and we can still experience it once more. A month full of chances, bonuses, cheerfulness in a way everybody likes and longing to. In a way of controlling our destructed, buried emo soul and the evilish ego mind. It is time when each person is given a chance to make themselves a better person not just mundanely, but particularly spiritually as well with consciousness in its upmost level.

Sadly, again for the second time in my life I won't be spending Ramadhan with my beloved mommy because she has to be in my hometown - West Sumatera - to take care of my granny which is still in her lowest shape. I think (and hoping) that this year I will be readier to this situation rather than the previous year.

I sincerely ask you apologize for I have done wrong. Let's rock this holy month without any anger and grudge that are still smoldering behind those fake smiles. Let's kill the fakes. Happy fasting, buddies

Reach...
Reach out the actual sobriety this time.

G.

PReMieRe

My 1st time fill this post..my 1st visit to blogspot.Hmm..what can i say, just wanna say Hi for all bloggers. i'm still learning to get advanced of these stuffs. i'm not really a net'aholic atau penggila blog..but i find it pretty fun to write and express about my daily activities, to throw my anger and sadness..my emotions,all of that kind.

Talkin bout me..hmm, i'd probably have to tell about myself a bit. where to start, let's see. Oke, my real name is Dewi..for God sake i really like my name (even though there're millions of indonesian girls also got this name =( ), but one day there was a man (who lately recognized that he had a crush on me) called me iwed (bad name,huh?)..but later suddenly all my friends call me iwed (till now, for God sake!!)..so, here i go. i introducing my name as IWED by then

i'm a college student at University of Indonesia, Public Relations in Extension program. about going to college, ugh..i desperately BORED!! but,yeah..i have to do it..(Mom..dad..Look!!i follow ur wish..)

i like GOTHIC (for me "dark" is hot..), i follow Serie A Sport (AC MILAN, u're the best!!) and i like hiking, never end the days w/o singing & play the music till dawn..

Well..i have to go (Damn it, why time is running that fast?), gotta go..

astalavizzta....