This post is way overdue, but the busy-ness of motherhood is making me dream of taking a trip out of the city with my husband. Should I feel bad for wanting some me-time with my husband? Of course, leaving little Raffy behind is not an option now, so we will just have to wait. Here’s a throwback to our lovely babymoon – the last time we were able to travel as just husband and wife. Continue reading
“So this is love
So this is love
So this is what makes life divine
I’m all aglow
And now I know
The key to all heaven is mine
My heart has wings,
And I can fly
I’ll touch every star in the sky
So this is the miracle
that I’ve been dreaming of
So this is love.”
— Cinderella (Disney, 1950)
It’s amazing how time flies! My darling little prince is now almost four months old, and the love I felt when he was placed on my tummy still grows each and every day.
The past fifteen weeks were indescribable and overwhelming – so many thoughts and emotions are coursing through me, and I just feel so muddled right now. So now, I’m just taking everything one day at a time, getting to know this wonderful blessing bestowed upon us… And this is the story about how he came to this world.
Sharing with you the resources that got me through the past few months of our wonderful pregnancy.
Packing the hospital bags was not an easy feat. My usual tendency is to over pack the bags, but it’s impractical because it’s harder to just grab them on the way out when it’s D-Day.
Discussing your birth plan with your care provider is one of the most important things you can do if you want to take control of your birthing. Leave space for flexibility since not all things can go as planned, so it’s important to make informed choices. Continue reading
We are having a baby! For the past few days, I had the hardest time processing this information. The first thing that entered my mind was, “Oh, that’s why I was feeling like that.” then came relief because I thought that I had a terrible sickness, then fear, and then.. I don’t know.
I was feeling off for the past two weeks. Really dizzy. Incessant crying — I spent my birthday feeling very down. Pain and cramps in my lower abdomen. A terrible episode of my GERD. Last week, I went to our doctor to have my stomach checked. I was not able to finish playing the Ateneo Blue Symphony’s concert last March 6 because I was too nauseous already. Our doctor addressed my tummy issues through acupuncture and recommended warm food combinations for me. I then complained about the pains in my lower abdomen, saying that it might just be my period coming up, but I’m still bothered by the pain. Our wise doctor then took my wrist, felt my pulse, gave me a mysterious look, then just told me to stop drinking tea and that we will wait for a week. Oh boy. Her look made me suspicious.
One week is a long time for me, but I did my best to distract myself. Four days went by quickly, but after a couple disagreements between me and my husband, which all stemmed from me being too emotional, I decided that I couldn’t take it anymore. We bought a Medic pregnancy test kit in a drugstore, and I read somewhere that it’s more effective to take the test in the morning, so again, we waited. Morning came, and my husband already left for work. I decided to take the test by myself. Lo and behold: