January 27, 2009, a prestigious cargo was delivered in St Paul Hospital Taoyuan County, Taiwan, at 2.32 am. It was a lovely baby girl. She had no name by that time because my husband and I were unsure about it. :) Luckily, one of my classmates, named Steven, helped us to give her a name, a Chinese name. We thought she will need it since her birth certification would be written both in English and Chinese versions (though we don't understand Chinese :p). So, her Chinese name is Mo-fan or Mo-Feng ( 莫梵 ). We were not sure about the meaning of the name. But my friend told me the name has a good meaning. But if we use google translator facility, then we know that the characters mean none-God. Despite this ambiguity, I don't really care since the name Mo fan itself was only for administration purpose, and won't be used forever. ^^
Mo-Fan's birth was a day after Chinese New Year. In January 26, starting from 5 am, I felt regular contraction every 10 minutes. I never felt that kind of contraction before, so I concluded that 'the time almost come'. I told my husband and my mom (who came to Taiwan three days before) about my condition and we went to the hospital at 10 am by taxi. Due to the Chinese New Year holiday, the hospital was not as busy as usual. I did the registration and one of the nurses led me to the delivery room. There, I had to follow some procedures, such as urine test and dilatation check-up. The nurse said that the dilatation was just 1 cm, so I still need to go back home until the dilatation reach around 3-4 cm. So the three of us went back to our apartment by taxi. But before that, we spent a little time to eat Indonesian food in one of Indonesian Chinese food stalls around the hospital.
In the apartment, I was on edge cause being pregnant and delivering a baby was really my first experience and I was also in the middle of finishing my master thesis. My husband and I practically prepared most things by ourselves cause we have no relatives in Taiwan. Thanks to our good friends and professors who always encourage us. Then my mother came from Jakarta just two days before the baby born and stayed there for almost a month. A day before the "D day", we brought my mom for sight-seeing around Taipei, including Taipei Mall Station and Chiang Kai-Shek Memorial Hall. I was so excited and happy since it had been a quiet long time I didn't take a walk with her. But to be honest I felt a bit exhausted too cause my belly was pretty much bigger and heavier.
So I was waiting...and waiting...and waiting.... I wasn't the only one who was so nervous as the contraction was becoming more frequent. Mom and husband had the same feeling too I guess. My mom helped me counting the contractions I had in each several minutes. I used to think that time goes so fast, but on that night I thought the reverse thing, TIME GOES VEEERY SLOW. I almost couldn't manage the pain and started to think to have a C-section, or at least a high dosage of anesthesia. ^^ A dummy panic thought. At around 10 pm when the contraction was getting stronger and occurred every 3 minute, me and my husband immediately went to the hospital. My mom didn't go along with us because she wasn't allowed to enter the birth room, only the spouse could. It was still winter in Taiwan, raining and chill outside . The apartment security guard helped us calling a taxi. I couldn't think anything except to restrain the painful. The taxi driver turned on the emergency alarm like an ambulance. :) A kinda weird, wasn't it? ^^
After we arrived in the hospital and done some procedural forms, we directly entered the birth room. Again, I did some bothersome urine test and dilatation observation. The nurse said it was 3 cm. God..it means I still have couple hours to go. I started to imagine scary things, like "I don't think I can wait for other 7 hours contraction..I am gonna die, etc..". Exaggeration. But Grateful to Allah, everything happened quiet fast. After more than 2 hours of waiting for full dilatation, the doctor said I was ready to give birth. I was carried to another room, and the final process began. Luckily, I have my husband beside me who patiently and strongly supported me. The delivery process didn't take much time, so many praises to Allah SWT. No C-section, no induction, no vacuum. Only a small feeling of labor pain which at once disappeared when the baby successfully came out to this world and cried loudly. What a bless. But I didn't cry as other mothers usually do when their babies are successfully born. I was so much happy but I didn't cry. Not until I successfully guide her into a noble lady.
A day after, my mom met her third granddaughter in the hospital. A limitless happiness. I admire my mom's courage in visiting us. That was her first time to go abroad by herself. But deep in my heart, I also had compassion on her as her second daughter was struggling with breast cancer. Oh it was a dark past. Though my sister had already gone to the 'truly home', our memories with her will be kept forever in our mind. Once again, I thanked Allah for His beneficence giving us a chance to meet our beloved sister before she passed away in September 2009.
Two days after labor, a real name was finally given to Mo Fan. Meghan Alesha. The name Meghan was indirectly given by my husband, and neither inspired by Meghan Fox nor Alesha Dixon . :) We were not even really familiar with those American artists by that time. "Meghan" offering us a uniqueness, especially for Indonesian girl names. It's derived from the Greeks, means PEARL. And the name Alesha, was given by me. Not really a unique name, but sounds match with Meghan. :) It's from Arabic (I'm not sure which part of Arab nations since Arabic language doesn't recognize "Le" phonic, right?). :D Alesha means protected by God. It can also mean NOBLE.
Our Meghan is 2 years 9 months now. She has become a very talkative little girl and like to sing. She can sing some Indonesian songs and a Japanese song clearly. :D A fan of little bus, sweets, cheese, and her mom's ears. ^^ She hates humpty dumpty, fallen hair, and bugs. Don't try to ignore her cause she will always seek ways to attract your attention. :).
That's all.
Mo-Fan's birth was a day after Chinese New Year. In January 26, starting from 5 am, I felt regular contraction every 10 minutes. I never felt that kind of contraction before, so I concluded that 'the time almost come'. I told my husband and my mom (who came to Taiwan three days before) about my condition and we went to the hospital at 10 am by taxi. Due to the Chinese New Year holiday, the hospital was not as busy as usual. I did the registration and one of the nurses led me to the delivery room. There, I had to follow some procedures, such as urine test and dilatation check-up. The nurse said that the dilatation was just 1 cm, so I still need to go back home until the dilatation reach around 3-4 cm. So the three of us went back to our apartment by taxi. But before that, we spent a little time to eat Indonesian food in one of Indonesian Chinese food stalls around the hospital.
In the apartment, I was on edge cause being pregnant and delivering a baby was really my first experience and I was also in the middle of finishing my master thesis. My husband and I practically prepared most things by ourselves cause we have no relatives in Taiwan. Thanks to our good friends and professors who always encourage us. Then my mother came from Jakarta just two days before the baby born and stayed there for almost a month. A day before the "D day", we brought my mom for sight-seeing around Taipei, including Taipei Mall Station and Chiang Kai-Shek Memorial Hall. I was so excited and happy since it had been a quiet long time I didn't take a walk with her. But to be honest I felt a bit exhausted too cause my belly was pretty much bigger and heavier.
So I was waiting...and waiting...and waiting.... I wasn't the only one who was so nervous as the contraction was becoming more frequent. Mom and husband had the same feeling too I guess. My mom helped me counting the contractions I had in each several minutes. I used to think that time goes so fast, but on that night I thought the reverse thing, TIME GOES VEEERY SLOW. I almost couldn't manage the pain and started to think to have a C-section, or at least a high dosage of anesthesia. ^^ A dummy panic thought. At around 10 pm when the contraction was getting stronger and occurred every 3 minute, me and my husband immediately went to the hospital. My mom didn't go along with us because she wasn't allowed to enter the birth room, only the spouse could. It was still winter in Taiwan, raining and chill outside . The apartment security guard helped us calling a taxi. I couldn't think anything except to restrain the painful. The taxi driver turned on the emergency alarm like an ambulance. :) A kinda weird, wasn't it? ^^
After we arrived in the hospital and done some procedural forms, we directly entered the birth room. Again, I did some bothersome urine test and dilatation observation. The nurse said it was 3 cm. God..it means I still have couple hours to go. I started to imagine scary things, like "I don't think I can wait for other 7 hours contraction..I am gonna die, etc..". Exaggeration. But Grateful to Allah, everything happened quiet fast. After more than 2 hours of waiting for full dilatation, the doctor said I was ready to give birth. I was carried to another room, and the final process began. Luckily, I have my husband beside me who patiently and strongly supported me. The delivery process didn't take much time, so many praises to Allah SWT. No C-section, no induction, no vacuum. Only a small feeling of labor pain which at once disappeared when the baby successfully came out to this world and cried loudly. What a bless. But I didn't cry as other mothers usually do when their babies are successfully born. I was so much happy but I didn't cry. Not until I successfully guide her into a noble lady.
A day after, my mom met her third granddaughter in the hospital. A limitless happiness. I admire my mom's courage in visiting us. That was her first time to go abroad by herself. But deep in my heart, I also had compassion on her as her second daughter was struggling with breast cancer. Oh it was a dark past. Though my sister had already gone to the 'truly home', our memories with her will be kept forever in our mind. Once again, I thanked Allah for His beneficence giving us a chance to meet our beloved sister before she passed away in September 2009.
Two days after labor, a real name was finally given to Mo Fan. Meghan Alesha. The name Meghan was indirectly given by my husband, and neither inspired by Meghan Fox nor Alesha Dixon . :) We were not even really familiar with those American artists by that time. "Meghan" offering us a uniqueness, especially for Indonesian girl names. It's derived from the Greeks, means PEARL. And the name Alesha, was given by me. Not really a unique name, but sounds match with Meghan. :) It's from Arabic (I'm not sure which part of Arab nations since Arabic language doesn't recognize "Le" phonic, right?). :D Alesha means protected by God. It can also mean NOBLE.
Our Meghan is 2 years 9 months now. She has become a very talkative little girl and like to sing. She can sing some Indonesian songs and a Japanese song clearly. :D A fan of little bus, sweets, cheese, and her mom's ears. ^^ She hates humpty dumpty, fallen hair, and bugs. Don't try to ignore her cause she will always seek ways to attract your attention. :).
That's all.
