• Sleep

    How do I write this down without incriminating myself, hmmm.

    So! Okay. I have been having trouble getting a good night sleep for the past… I don’t know, 2 years? It can be due to sudden itchiness on my legs (somehow I feel something crawling/bug on my legs? I know it sounds creepy, but trust me it’s more annoying than creepy) to tossing and turning the whole night.

    With the skin itchiness, fine, I can pop some Nivea moisturizer before bed time and it should relieve a bit.

    The sleep quality, however, has been a mess and I couldn’t remember when I had a good night sleep.

    Or, I did.

    It was when Rey was just born, so 2017. When I had my contraction, the nurse checked my vitals and asked me some questions.

    “Is this your first child?”

    “No. Second, actually.”

    “Oh! How nice! Was your son born here in Malaysia?”

    “No. He was born in Jakarta. It was spontaneous birth.” (Meaning, not through C-section operation.)

    “I see. So you already familiar with epidural?”

    “A— what?”

    “… Epidural.”

    “Iiiiiiiiiiidon’tthinkIhadepidural. Honey, did I got any epidural when we had Wira?”

    Ari shook his head. “Uh, no. We didn’t use anything.”

    And yes. The hospital we used at that time is this strict believer of “everything should be natural”-thingy. I will explain to you after several paragraphs why I regretted it.

    The nurse looked at me, slight aghast, and commented, “okay, so, we are going to use epidural ya.”

    What happened afterwards were a blur. I’m not super sure what happened — I did remember they gave me this liquid laxative that smelled like papaya, then the contractions got more frequent, then the nurse put something on my IV and whoo-wee, holy mother of contractions and I still heard the nurses said, “please wait for the doctor to arrive” and I almost screamed, “YOU TELL THIS KID TO WAIT FOR THE DOCTOR TO ARRIVE.”

    Then this is something that burned on my brain: The nurse put some kind of oxygen mask on my face and said, “this is a laughing gas. When you start to feel the pain, you can inhale this gas.”

    And oh man what a trip that was. No pain, no chaos, only subdued muted yelling.

    And this is why I regret the process when I delivered Wira. Please note, this is my personal opinion and choice. If you enjoy the experience, that’s great. With Wira, I remember the cold operation room, the pain, and the creaks of my bones as I tried to push the baby out. I remembered I was so angry at that time, and my mind kept yelling enough. I found myself really tired and smelly and dirty once the baby was born, and I never hated myself more at that time.

    With Rey, I remember my body worked automatically — just like an instinct. It’s like every single cells in my body said, “oop. This kid’s rent here is due and we gotta push her out. On 3! 1, 2…” The body still pushed, yes, but it felt more like a team work of the whole body without the brain braining and questioning everything because the brain went on literal trip at that time.

    When Rey was born, I was tired and smelly and dirty.

    But I had the best sleep in my adult life.

    I heard Ari called me amidst the brain haze, and I wanted to answer but everything was so heavy, and I heard the doctor said, “it’s the morphine. Let her sleep so she feels restful.”

    I slept with a sleep that feels like decades and millennia.

    I woke up, and thought I must have been sleeping for 2 days. I checked the clock, and I got so surprised I only slept for 2 hours. I showered, changed my clothes, drank warm Milo, and waited for baby Rey feeling restful.

    So! The point of this post is definitely not trying to ask where we can get morphine just to help sleeping, but I wonder if there are ways to achieve that kind of sleep. You know, that kind of sleep where you feel like your health bar maxes up and you feel like you can conquer the world as soon as after you done showering in the morning.

    I tried sleeping tea, pillow spray, lavender balm, and even melatonin supplement — and I haven’t got any noticeable results.

    I’m currently eyeing this weighted blanket — I have it on my checkout cart on my Shopee app — but I’m not super sure if this will actually help or not. I also have tried minimizing my screen time before bed time, but it has been same old tiredness throughout the day.

    I guess sleep quality is something of a mystery for all of us. The decrease in my sleep quality happened right at the beginning of the pandemic, so I would chalk it up as pandemic stress.

    I’m not sure if my sleeping habit will improve when the pandemic ends (or if it will end after all,) but I feel it’s better to build a good habit for better sleeping habit.

    Do you all have the same experiences like I have about sleeping habit, or perhaps you have some tips to share? Feel free to share them here!

  • Strawberries

    It’s your usual midnight blog post; when you got yourself stay awake in the middle of the night and social media is too weird (and too angry) for you to check.

    I suddenly remember the times when I went to Florida, USA, for Automattic’s Grand Meetup back in 2019.

    Specifically: Strawberries.

    For me personally, it was one of the highlights.

    We have strawberries here in Malaysia — we even have some locally grown.

    The local ones are nice, but to have the good quality ones — I called it Driscoll’s quality — is really hard and expensive. 250 grams (one medium pack) of Driscoll strawberries cost you 50 MYR (11 USD-ish). I rarely buy them, and when I did, I always hide it from my kids. The strawberries look like the ones you see on TV and magazines. Plump, round, and really sweet.

    During GM 2019, we stayed in Hilton Orlando Lake Buena Vista — and I found out they have a minimarket inside the hotel (shoutout to fellow Automatticians for showing me around when I arrived at the hotel.)

    I passed some shelves, looking for cup noodles, when my eyes saw the fridge area. There they were, stacked neatly, boxes and boxes of strawberries. Plump, round, and sweet strawberries.

    I checked the price.

    2 USD.

    In Malaysian Ringgit, it would be 8 MYR.

    It took every fibre on my being to not put out my arm up front and push all the boxes into my shopping basket.

    I got two boxes, and I think I skipped on my way to my room, feeling happy.

    Also, much to my delight, I noticed strawberries are part of daily breakfast menu during the GM. I always made sure I took some strawberries on my plate before I got myself pancakes or toasts with jam.

    TIL Strawberries are not berries

    … eggplants, tomatoes and avocados are botanically classified as berries. And the popular strawberry is not a berry at all.

    The Strawberry: A Multiple Fruit

    Also, I have been eyeing this… Japanese strawberries. Super expensive. Mega expensive. I’m so tempted to buy it, but goshdangit, does it worth it to fork out RM 100 (24 USD) for one pack? ?

  • A café staff in Senayan, Jakarta

    Before joining Automattic, I was a lecturer + staff in my university (my alumni) on our R&D department, specifically, on Case Studies Development.

    One time, my manager asked me to have out-of-office meeting/1:1 meeting. It was end of the academic year, and we ramped up our case studies process (contacting the writers, coordinating with the Research Assistants, editing and proof-reading, etc) and the tensions were all-time high. I mentioned “out-of-office” because my manager looked at the chaos on the room and she went “nope” in a heartbeat.

    “I need coffee, I need food, and I need to get the hell out of here. You in?”

    “Say no more; Imma pack my laptop.”

    So we went to this café in a mall next to our university building, and the service staff greeted us outside.

    You won’t believe what happened next

    The staff looked at us, looked at my manager, looked at me, and suddenly quipped, “mbak gede banget.”

    In English, it means, “you are big.”

    Okay. Okay. I know what some of you all going to think.

    I never seen someone shut their mouth that fast with life force drained out of him.

    Now. I wasn’t mad. At all. Even as I remembering it right now, it makes me laughing. It’s just so comical, you know? The quip and the instant regret following it.

    At that time, I replied with, “wah, mas seringnya liat yang kurus-kurus ya?” then I walked inside.

    In English, “whoa. It seems like you always see the skinny ones?”

    I legit had no other intentions when I replied that. I wasn’t mad at all. It was a reflex.

    I can’t blame the staff, though. I mean, maybe that’s what happened! The café is on an upscale shopping mall in a lifestyle and business district (it’s in Senayan, South Jakarta,) so the view of good-looking skinny folks are really common.

    Then, ta-da, an outlier popping in.

    I’m big-bodied, yep. And it got even more so after I got pregnant and birthed Wira. My shoulder is wide, thanks to swimming lessons when I was in the elementary years, and I always been the tallest one in school.

    Before you asked; no, I’m terrible at basketball and volleyball. I always opt for individual sport such as athletic (and even that, I’m not super good at it.)

    I’m wondering how he is doing today. I hope he’s doing alright.

Nindya’s quick blurbs

  • A month too late, but I just stumbled upon IKEA France’s Tiktok video, hinting a possible collab with Animal Crossing. Unfortunately, no further information about this other than IGN picked up this news when the video was posted.

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