Come join us in our nesting place.

One. Two. Three. Four. Dear daughter is four-months old already. Four months! Oh how time flies. It feels like it was only yesterday though. Everything’s still fresh to me. Pregnancy and all.

I still remember the routine bloodworks I had.  They scare me. Imagine having four extractions in one day! I did. That was for the Glucose Tolerance Test.  

I remember  seeing a couple of  doctors –the OB & the Endocrinologist– alternately every so often. It’s nothing personal but I don’t like it. Besides, going to a hospital gives me anxiety attacks.

Five, six months ago, I was trudging like hippo with my oversized belly. I was huge and I swear the ground quakes everytime I walk on it.  Nonetheless, I continued eating biggie meals. *smiles*

During the last trimester, I felt so heavy already I couldn’t really wait for the big day to come. During this time, I was making mad dashes to the CR every 30 minutes, but failing miserably everytime. Sounds embarassing, but I got the “leaks”. I did say “excuse me for smelling like the toilet bowl,” right? Sheez.    (Lately, I discovered I could have avoided this “embarassing moments” but that’s another story for later.)

But anyway, in the 9th month, I remember feeling anxious and excited. Everyday. I wondered when and how I’d deliver the baby. On the day I’d deliver the baby, I was real scared. Good thing the dependable hubster  was there to keep me calm. We were cracking jokes even while in the labor room! 

July19 eleven-something. It was one of the most unforgettable moment of my life.  I remember the pain; it was excruciating. The tears (I don’t fancy waiting for my OB when already “crowning”); unexpected.  ANd then hearing the cries of my dear daughter. It  was unforgettable. Totally.

I had a surprising thought fleeting through my mind this afternoon as I was supervising Matt  and his friend during their “quiet” activity (of coloring and solving puzzles).

I wondered if I’d make a good teacher. Had I opted for the teaching profession (like my mother) instead of engineering, would I be successful? Surprising thought, since I vowed not to follow my mother’s footsteps when I was a lot younger and still choosing my career path.

But looking at the kids as they work on finishing their tasks, I was inspired. Somehow, the responsibility of looking after them,  of making sure a good the outcome of our little time together was unexpectedly inspiring. Oh I don’t know if what I’m saying  makes sense but let’s me put it like this. Our time together this afternoon  inspired me to teach, to encourage, and to inspire them back. And I wish all teachers feel the same way with their students. They should.

But  as I write that, a disheartening incident in my son’s school come to mind. I don’t want to elaborate but it must have been traumatic for my son to say the least. It pains me to remember all that and this I have to say, witnessing it was a bit traumatic for me too, prompting us (hubs and I) to consider transferring Matt to a boys school, which is our first choice of school for him. We are so disappointed but ‘thought it would be practical to wait until this school year ends before making a final decision.

Now back to my time with the kids this afternoon. I realize that even if I’m not a “true” teacher, I believe I can inspire, teach, mold them by just being a good parent, or a friend, or  a plain wannabe-teacher to them.  The world is really a huge classroom and Life will always gives us the opportunity to teach. Right?  I surprise myself with these thoughts really (and what I just wrote).

But I must say kids have the uncanny ways of inspiring us. And of making us change our hearts.   Sometimes, with their resilience; other times, with their stubborness. Sometimes with their innocence and most of the time with their wisdom.    

Haay. It’s been awhile since my last post. Between then and now, so much has happened.

For one, I have already given birth to a lovely and healthy baby girl  -praise be to God! We all adore her, especially Kuya. :-)  And soon,  I’ve gotta post a pic of her  (yeah, when I can get away from all of my responsibilities long enough to hold  my cam for more than 10 minutes).

Then, we had a lovely break down under. ;-) Just a short one with the hub and Kuya. But we all love the trip.  It’s just sad that we weren’t able to bring the baby but I know in God’s perfect time, she’ll also join  us there. *crossing fingers and praying*

I’ve also gone back to work! It’s a happy sad thing for me. I’m happy that I still have work to keep us all afloat. But I’m also sad because this means a dent in the time I need to spend with the kids.  The mother in me really wants to be physically  there for my kids 24/7.  But still, I know we’ll all survive with this setup.

Another thing was my FIL’s death. He had a stroke in August, making him bedridden. Then in September, he caught pneumonia which eventually led to his retirement. Everything’s really so fast and I’m just sorry we  –hub and I– weren’t there before he “went.” He wasn’t able to see the baby, too but  I’m sure that he’ll  be her angel. Everyone’s angel, actually. And as I write this, I know he’s looking down at us, guarding us. And wherever we may go, we’ll always bring happy memories we had with him.  Lotsa memories really.

In closing, I’d like to share our recent family pic with our pretty girl. :-) This was taken on her baptism.

Three more months and I’ll be seeing you.  Stay healthy and happy!

I am so excited na to see and hold you. Pops is, too. And most of all, Big Bro Matt! 

Soon we’ll add another warm body in our family photo. *smiles* smiles*

BTW, the things in this photo are some of my son Matt’s school work/projects. =)

It’s been six years since I made a vow to love and to hold someone –til death do us part. How time flies indeed.

It wasn’t all bed of roses but it’s been an enriching journey. A journey of self-realization and learning. Actually, it still is. With me and my love being of different personalities, I can’t help but be glad and feel blessed that we complement each other -so well and in so many ways. So different, yet looking at the same direction. It’s amazing really.

And I just feel truly blessed to be with someone I totally respect and absolutely love. (So okay I’ll stop there because I feel I’ll be getting more mushy if I add more.)

I saw you -finally and for the first time.

Heard you.

I was misty-eyed.

You cannot imagine the cascades of emotions going on inside me while I watched and heard you.

I cannot wait for the time to come when I can hold you in my arms.

I love you.