From Dawn Till Dusk

Nico and I have been missing Jun for weeks now. Jun has been so occupied lately managing our new business, that, it is eating much of his time, even our family bonding on weekends.

I know I should have understood him more for our family is the most to benefit from this new business. Sometimes though, I just can’t help but feel a little tampo. Our new business kicked off last 14 February, just as when all the couples and families in the world were affectionately celebrating Hearts Day, our Dada and his associates were too occupied in supervising the speedy delivery even before dawn, of newspaper dailies in all outlets of a 24-hour convenient store in Metro Manila. You see Jun is persevering to be 100 percent hands-on in the new business in an aim to give quite a good impression among his clients that his company is very efficient in their delivery services. Because with good impression, he can encourage other publications to finally seal a contract with him for the outsourcing of their newspaper delivery, that would mean more wealth and a swift ROI (return on investments) for the company. To date, Jun is nearing to close another deal with a competitor convenient store that would also involve the same line of service. We hope it would push through, we’re keeping our fingers crossed. Continue Reading »

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Since Nico started joining a Playgroup in Preschool, I observed an improvement in his socialization skills. Unlike before, he is now very enthusiastic at regularly greeting his Dada and me with very sweet “Good mornings!” upon waking up. This was perhaps because he had already adopted the “Good morning” greetings in school. Not only that. He’s span of attention likewise progressed with Nico being more attentive in listening to us while we talk. “We’re going to eat dinner now, turn off the TV,” he’s Dada would say. Then Nico would look at his Dada and confirm if indeed, he has to turn off the TV, “Kain na, off TV na?” And when he’s about to sit down on his chair, he would even be the one say, “Sit down properly sabi ni Teacher”. When he needs help in getting his toys from the storage boxes, he’s now mannered enough to say “Please, get the toy for me Mommy” and even willing to wait a minute of more in cases he needed help while at the same time we are still occupied doing something. “Wait lang anak, Mommy’s still cooking,” I often would say. Then Nico would politely reply, “Ok, wait muna Nico”.

I am truly proud knowing my Son is getting better in his EQ (Emotional Quotient) as it is my belief that just as IQ (Intelligent Quotient) is important, EQ should more so be as equally important. Having been in Preschool for almost three weeks now, I can say that my Nico have adjusted quite well to going to school already. In fact, during his no-school days, he would prod me early in the morning to bathe and dress him up as he assumed he will be going to school. Being excited to be with his peers, listening to his Teacher’s story for the day, doing some playful activities and some singing, it seemed to me that Nico has been viewing learning solely as play. And with these positive developments, I realized having some regrets for getting Nico involved in a Playgroup this late, most especially now that the school year is about to end by March. Continue Reading »

Here’s a digiscrapped Valentine Greeting to the two most important men in my life– You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought. I love you so so much!

Credits to Designer Isabelle Cyr aka zazou for the freebie papers and elements and to Katie Pertie and Pattie Knox for the quotes and word arts.

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When Nico was still in my womb, I was the happiest person ever to listen to his heart beats during those regular check ups with the doctor. Those heart beats, hearing from a Doppler that’s rubbed in the tummy and sounding like a staccato of horses up for a race, were music to my ears then, as those sounds only reassures that my Precious Little One is just as safe and sound inside. And what a thrill it was when I had my very first sight of my Son through a sonogram. It was only a two-dimensional ultrasound that I was able to avail of at that time when 3Ds and 4Ds are the latest medical technological trends, but nevertheless, I felt so much joy and happiness seeing this Little Tiny Creature as it moved in circles and kicked inside my tummy. Not only that the sonogram preliminary sees the physical formations in my baby, it also determines if there are abnormalities in his fetal development. And I was, as always, was at peace every time my OB-Gyne reassures me that everything is just but all right with my pregnancy. “No need to worry for anything. The baby’s fetal developments are within normal values, and his heart is at the speed of average beatings,” I remember my OB-Gyne saying. With a reassurance from my health care provider, who then has been a constant source of strength in spite of my high-risk pregnancy, I trusted and had faith in God that everything will turn out just fine.

Not until that one faithful day came, my unexpected, untimely delivery—all due to an early breaking of my bag of water. My positive outlook in life, my trust and my faith in Him—all of these were abruptly turned into being shaky and cold as I saw my son fighting for his life in the Neonatal ICU, bare with his very thin body and skin, resuscitating for grasps of breathable air through a ventilator, laid to be comforted, miserably not in my relieving arms, but in a man-made machine called the incubator. And he was in it not for a couple of days, but for 10 long days. Never in my dreams that my baby would be in such comprised situation.

And just when the thought of seeing my baby suffering in the consequences of prematurity haven’t synched in my mind just yet, the attending Neonatologist disappointingly informed us of a murmur that he disturbingly hears in Nico’s heart. The doctor lamented on the possibility that my baby has a hole in the heart. I was on a total denial hearing that shocking news. “No, my baby is not ill nor he has that heart anomaly,” I continue on convincing myself then crying into tears. But the more denying I get to myself, the more reality strikes straight through me as soon as the 2D Echo performed by one of the best Pediatric Cardiologist in the Philippines there was, confirmed the presence of the hole in Nico’s heart. Continue Reading »

I’ve been holding on to this for about four days, as I plan to share the link with my Friendster Friends as soon as I have posted my very first Blog entry in the site aside from the Member Profile that is required for the new registrants. But you see, I just can’t help it. The more that I am keeping it to myself, the more I am itching and excited to write an entry in this journal of mine about my latest blogging involvement.

Still being a newbie Mommy who has entered motherhood for just about three years, I started expressing my obvious overwhelming feelings, my own joys and pains as a Mom through this Blog by posting quite frequent, so regular, and detailed entries in The Mommy-Heart in Me category. And it amazes me to frequently receive comments and personal emails from a diverse group of people who, at certain points, inspires me to write and express more.

There are so many Mommying tales that I wish to share with co-mothers alike. May it be about a mother’s experience on cleaning her baby’s soiled nappy to the accidental feeding of chili peppers to a kid, swapping stories with individuals who are the same of specie as me positively reinforces my 24/7 job to continue to improve on my noble responsibility and learn from the imperfections of Mommy life. And this desire came into reality. Continue Reading »

Talking about gender conflicts and compatibility here, I clicked on a very persistent advertisement here in Friendster, it’s called the Love Compatibility Test (poor me, in despair talaga at patulan ba?). I don’t know you if you also came across this advertisement, it most of time appears at the upper portion of the Friendster page.

Here’s the result on me, after answering the following set of questions in somewhat a naughty way, at natawa talaga ako dito: Continue Reading »

FOREWORD: Pardon me for posting this, for sort sounding like I was rude to Men, but I guess I can’t really help not publishing the entry. I wish to be unburdened in anyway.

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There are several family concerns that Jun and I have conflicting opinions on lately. And I have been silent to talk about these issues with him for several days already simply because I am tired of another argument. I don’t know if he has been noticing it, but I’ve been so rude to him the past days that I seemed to be very uncommunicative, to the simplest ignoring him when he talks to me, not replying to his text messages and to the petty hanging up the phone when he calls. Continue Reading »

It’s another Manic Monday and I’m feeling kinda low today. I got a lot of baggage of sadness after witnessing grays yesterday. I just came from my parent’s home in Morong yesterday, as it was the town fiesta there. Unlike the past fiesta celebrations we had, our home didn’t have that festive ambiance anymore. It was just like there’s plenty of food in the dining table, but it’s just like those ordinary, usual, lazy days. No other people in the home but my Mom, who greeted me with seemingly a harassed face, still on her ragged/duster clothes when Nico and I arrived at 11AM. “Hay, buti na lang at nandito na ang poging apo ng Lola. O teka’t ako muna’y maliligo, kain na muna kayo,” Mom said then heading off to the bathroom for a quick bath.

While Mom was briefly fixing herself up, I took the chance to wonder around the house that looked so blunt and lonely. I couldn’t help but take deep breathes of sigh seeing and feeling the emptiness in the house. It was not a usual scenario especially when its the Morong Town Fiesta. Mom used to decorate the home so elegant, in quite a theme that she was even known by many (and we are all proud of it) to be a certified homemaker with an incline to interior design. But that was before. Continue Reading »