With Jon sick and Sophia who just got well, I’ve been stucked here at home since yesterday. I’ve got nothing better to do so I’ll just blog to death, LOL.

I couldn’t think of anything better to write so I decided to make a list of things I need to accomplish this week. A reminder of some sort for a very forgetful mommy like me.

my very first lay-out, please. As I brought out my art supplies for Sophia’s project, I saw the scrapbooking starter kit I bought a long time ago and I decided to try it since we (Jon, Sophia and I) stayed home all day on a weekend today. The daddy got sick as soon as the little one got well. So ayan, napa-scrap tuloy ako ng di oras, lol.

All I did was to practically paste lang everything, hahaha. I used the very first picture I got my hands on. Na-excite eh ;p Sophia was two months old here by the way.

Our little girl has a project over the weekend. She came home from school with a pink construction paper with these written instructions …

Ha! The not so creative me finds this challenging, LOL. I swear I do not have one creative bone in my body that’s why I don’t even dare try scrapbooking. I do have a few materials I purchased long time ago though that are still waiting to be opened Might attempt to make atleast one layout soon. And as for Sophia’s project, whatever goes, hehe.

A call woke me up and got me all excited today. You see, it’s not even 8am and I’m up, LOL. Tina, my cousin who’s getting married called and asked if Sophia and I are free on Monday to have our measurements taken. If I heard it right, I was going to be her matron of honor while my little girl’s going to be one of her flower girls! Oh I’m so excited, for the little girl that is. LOL. Sige na nga for my cousin na rin, haha.

Di naman halatang stage mommy noh? (first time eh ;p)

My monthly supply of YES mag is here already care of my MIL. And because of what I read here from Apol’s blog, I was so excited to open it and read up on Pops’ revelations. The tsismosa in me just can’t wait any longer. LOL.

Gosh, I’ve got to give it to this woman. (I was never a fan of Pops by the way). IF all she said were all true, naku, we need to build her a statue. Grabe. If you want to know what I’m talking about. Go grab yourself a copy and I’m sure you’ll be as shocked as me. Ibang level what she went through, I swear. And I would have wanted to die too if the same thing happened to me.

On to Martin and Katrina’s romance naman, I swear ibang level din. They surely must really be so much in love with each other to have to go through what they did. My Gawd, their love story can’t be rivaled by any of the Koreanovelas I’ve watched to this day, LOL.

Honestly, I almost can’t believe what I was reading. The point where Pops even met with Katrina’s mom and all (aside form the conversation with Katrina and her dad)? Oh, it was just too much. Di ko kaya yun!

I feel for her. Now I know where she’s coming and why she can’t seem to get over the whole thing. I just hope she finds true happiness now.

And lastly (but definitely not the least because it is the WORST thing your husband can tell you), the “YOU’RE NOT THE ONE” line? Oh, I swear I almost fell off my chair. Di kaya ng powers ko!

I’m planning to get myself pampered tomorrow while Sophia is in class (if I decide to let her go by the way. no more fever na as of lunch time naman today, just plain colds). My hair badly needs trimming and a protein treatment, my feet are longing for a good foot spa and my hands, yes, my hands are wanting to have a hand spa too! I’m also dying to have my legs waxed and have my body scrubbed. Naku, can I do all these in two hours? I bet not!

The little girl is down with a low grade fever and a cold. Blame it on the erratic weather we have. Grabe - mainit, malamig, mainit, malamig …. hay

I just got off the phone talking to a friend who recently gave birth. She was telling me all about her horrible hospital experience and her first-time-mom-woes. I can’t help but remember my same experience some two years back.

I never shared a birthing story even if it was a custom in one of my egroups to write one and post it in the board. Aside from the obvious reason of having my hands full tending to a newborn that time, it could also be that I didn’t really want to recall how I gave birth because it wasn’t really pleasant or as trouble-free and relaxed as others. For a while, I didn’t even want to give birth again, LOL.

It wasn’t the hospital’s fault though (I gave birth at St. Luke’s by the way) and nor am I blaming my OB pero in a way feeling ko she could really have done a better job. Part of it could be my fault too since I wasn’t really prepared. I was too lazy to attend Lamaze classes so we weren’t eligible to use the Lamaze Room or have Jon stay inside the delivery room with me.

I was induced on my 38th week because my OB was leaving for the US. I was induced March 11 at 9 am. Hours after, I was 1cm and it took forever before I reached 2 to 3 cm. By 4pm, I was only at 4cm but after 30 minutes my water bag broke. All these time, my OB wasn’t in the hospital yet. She was some place else but was from time to time on the phone talking to the resident doctor who was on duty. (I don’t know though if she was informed that my water bag broke already at 4:30pm). After my water bag broke, my contractions were still painless. I was still chatting with some interns but after an hour, I started feeling painful contractions already. Still bearable though. If most mommies hated getting IE’s, I wasn’t one of them because I insisted on having one. I was so paranoid that I was even the one asking the resident doctor to perform an IE on me. The last IE they did showed that I was 4 to 5cm still. This was an hour after my water bag broke. But everything just happened so fast after. In a span of probably 30 minutes to an hour, I was crying of pain in the labor room. As I try to recall now, all I could remember was the painful contractions I was having and how I was crying so hard and asking the interns and doctors if my OB was on the way. Mind you, my anesthesiologist was still nowhere in sight too. I didn’t have any form of anesthesia more so, an epidural. Hay naku, I thought I was going to die na, really. The interns and the resident doctor looked worried too since when the resident doctor performed an IE, I heard her say “almost full na” with a worried look. Still, my OB and “her” anesthesiologist were still nowhere in sight. I overheard someone saying “Dra. 8cm na, fully dilated na”. I swear, it was so painful and worst, I was in panic already and was terrified to death. And when I say I was screaming, I really was, no exaggeration or whatsoever.

Finally, my anesthesiologist arrived. I saw him running and he was literally catching his breath when he said “Asan na?” In a matter of minutes, I was transferred to the delivery room and finally was given epidural. Oh, what a relief. I clearly remember my anesthesiologist telling me that I needed to relax, everything’s going to be fine, my OB arrived already (dapat lang diba???), that the traffic was so heavy and so on. I didn’t really care anymore. I was just so thankful they arrived just in time.

My consolation naman is I didn’t have a hard time pushing. I probably just had 3 to 4 pushes and Sophia was out. They did however performed fundal pressure on my abdomen that I had bruises the next day.

These two are inseparable that I’m.this.close. in staging a strike, lol. Selfish selfish mommy - ME! Well, I’m just really probably not yet used to not having my little girl’s 100% attention and lovin’. I dearly miss how she used to make me feel that she won’t survive a minute without mommy by her side. Sniff. Things have changed now and I can’t do anything about it. The little girl is all grown up and is a certified daddy’s girl. I should be happy, right? How come I’m not? LOL. With all honesty, there’s a tinge of jealousy. May konting kurot eh, hehe. Ewan ko ba, weird ko. :p