the tale of mister nailcutter


I cut my baby’s nails once a week. It was easier back then, when she was so small, she can barely lift anything except her head. Now, the struggle is real. hahaha.

when she started learning how to crawl, whenever, I would cut her nails, I’ll just distract her and count one through ten in English, Filipino and Arabic, she would listen intently during those times and alas! I have already finished!

the other day, I find it so difficult to make her sit still for me to be able to start cutting her long nails. I started doing the counting thing but it’s wasn’t working anymore. I even gave her stuff to play with but she ends up throwing those things in my face. And then suddenly, I said, hold it and she was startled, (with a weird sounding voice) “Hello Pia! I am Mr. Nailcutter! I am very very hungry! May I eat your nails?”   she started giggling and she gave out her hands willingly. (with a weird voice again) Ho, ho, ho! I am Mr. Nailcutter and I eat nails for dinner!” and then goes the giggling again.

that was one of a hell experience, I’m wondering what technique should I do next time. hahaha on a second thought, I could do her nails while she was sleeping but I’ll be sleeping too so no no no. Ill just think of another story to tell hahaha.

 

 

 

the struggle is real


hindi ako palaaway na tao at ang pinakagrabeng nagawa ko sa buhay ko ay hilahin ang buhok ng isa kong pinsan sa sobrang bwisit ko sa kanya, (p.s. hindi sabunot kundi hila kasi ang haba ng hair niya, tumakbo siya nun tapos hinabol ko tapos hinila ko ung dulong buhok niya, at talagang nagpaliwanag ako hahaha)

feeling ko mahirap talaga makipag-away at makipagbasag-ulo pero pakiramdam ko ngayon mas mahirap yung makipagbuno ka sa walong buwang baby para lang mabihisan siya at malagyan ng diaper nang hindi siya masasaktan.

hahaha >:)

mother’s instinct


 

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Kanina pinagbantay muna ko ni daddylabs ng tindahan namin dahil may gagawin siya saglit. dahil tulog naman si piatot iniwan ko siya sa kwarto ng mahimbing. lumipas ang ilang minuto, nalibang na ko manuod ng pelikula sa laptop nakatatlo nga ata ako pero syempre super forward yun, haha. tapos bigla ko na lang naisip na silipin yung anak ko kahit sabi sakin eh huling silip daw ay mahimbing pa din ang tulog. sabi ko sisilipin ko pa din, tapos pagpasok ko ng kwarto gising na pala siya at tulala sa kisame. Parang nakikiramdam kung may kasama ba siya or wala. Nung nakita ako bigla siyang ngumiti.

syempre feeling ko mother’s instinct agad yun hahaha

a glimpse of my day


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supposedly, this photo would sum up what happened in my entire day today but I forgot to include taking my baby’s newborn screening results.

I’m glad to share that my baby’s NBS is normal! Thank goodness! I can relax for now.

Oppps! I forgot I can’t relax just yet. My baby’s having the side effects of the vaccine. She’s got fever and has been very fussy since she got the shot. I’ve been told to do cold compress in the afternoon and warm compress in the evening. I already gave her paracetamol to manage her pain and fever. I hope she’ll be okay tomorrow. 🙏

metamorphosis


my little one’s a month old now! I’m telling you guys she’s got a bit of a temper but she’s adorable nonetheless.

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(start from upper left) inaantok. ginulo. nagising ang diwa, badtrip men! nagalit! Wahahaha

Time flies really fast! It was just yesterday that I’m feeling her kicks in my tummy and now she’s kicking me for real with matching eye rolling. I don’t know where she got her maldita tendencies though. hahahaha

Oh, my baby girl can sometimes be as princess-like if she would like to be but that would be when she’s peacefully sleeping 😴.

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our baby is now a little lady

I haven’t slept soundly for a longtime now but who am I to complain when just one smile of my little one makes it all worthwhile? (I’m definitely baby-whipped!hahaha)

just because


I posted my maternity photoshoot pictures before so now it’s my baby’s photoshoot snapshots this time😈😈😈

The photoshoot wasn’t as enjoyable as my maternity photoshoot was. My baby was very fussy and after the shoot, she developed rashes on her cheeks and forehead that I almost regret bringing her to the studio. Anyways, her photographs turned out nice so I guess it’s alright. She’s recovering from her rashes now, thank goodness.

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Ain’t she an angel?😚

my labor and delivery experience


My baby’s 11 days old now but I haven’t talked about my little one’s birth story. (I think I have had a pleasant birthing experience compared to the horrible birth story as told by some of the moms I know)😊

The day before I gave birth was my scheduled OB-gyne check-up. My doctor did an IE (internal examination) and said I was already at 2-3 centimeters. Since I haven’t had experience strong continuous contraction, I was sent home. She even prescribed Primrose capsule to help thin and dilate my cervix in preparation for my labor. Actually, I have been eating 6 pieces of Dates fruit per day for the last 4 weeks of my pregnancy because it also helps with labor and delivery. (according to studies, dates fruit helps with cervical dilation and reduces the duration of labor) I told my OB about this and she said it seems effective since my cervix was softer the last time she did an examination. Anyways, since I’m already 39 weeks that time and hasn’t had labored yet, I took Primrose as well that night.

It was around 2:30 am the next day (February 21) when I felt a throbbing pain from my back radiating to the front coupled with my tummy hardening with a few minutes interval. I have had contraction before (Braxton-hicks) but this one’s different because no matter what position I tried to do, the pain doesn’t go away. I recorded my contraction and noticed that it has become regularly strong although it has a short duration. The pain was still bearable so I decided to sleep through it but it still wakes me up from time to time. I knew right then that I’ll soon be meeting my little angel.

Come 4:30 am, the radiating back pain continues together with my tummy getting hard so I woke up my husband. He told me to take a bath already to prepare to go to the hospital but after bathing, I felt better although I already have bloody show. I told my husband it’s not yet time.

We were able to attend the morning worship service and do some stuff at home. My mom and I was even able to sweep the backyard despite the pain that I was feeling. When lunch came, I only eat so little (I was more anxious about passing poop during my delivery than the delivery itself, yeah, it sounds crazy coming from a nurse like me considering I’ve witnessed lots of labor and delivery cases with patients pooping and delivering a baby at the same time. I just can’t imagine it happening to me though 😱)

After we had our lunch, it was then that the pain was becoming constantly strong it’s so annoying that I told my husband it’s time to go to the hospital. I texted my OB about my condition and asked how to proceed. She instructed that I be sent to the ER and be checked there.

We arrived at the hospital around 1pm. They took my admission paper (prepared by my OB weeks before my duedate) and asked some information and identification cards. They made me lie on the bed, remove my clothes, put on a hospital gown and diaper, took my vital signs and attached an intravenous line. The doctor on duty did an IE and I was only at 3 cm that time but since I again had bloody show, they continued with the admission. After a few minutes, I was transferred to the labor room because the private room where I will be admitted isn’t prepared yet. I think I stayed there for 2-3 hours together with my husband and my mom. My labor pains continued as the nurses and doctors come and go for vitals signs monitoring like every 30 minutes (though I’m not sure about the time intervals as I can barely concentrate on my surroundings because of the pain that I was feeling).

I remembered being transferred to the private room which was very near to the delivery room. When I got transferred there, I remember seeing my OB and she instructed to administer Buscophan via IV. She keeps on checking my cervix (via IE) and she’s doing stripping as well to facilitate labor. When I reached around 7-8 cm, I think that’s the time they gave me an Oxytocin drip (this is to speed up my labor and to make my contractions more effective). I believe they have administered a pain reliever before the Oxy drip although I’m not sure if it was Morphine or Demerol.

My mom and my husband were there throughout my labor and I am more than thankful. My mother would encourage me to walk around the room to manage the pain and facilitate my contraction. On the other hand, my husband would occasionally hold my hand and kiss my forehead although I keep on telling him to stay away (I remember myself telling him this, “wag kang lumapit, susuntukin kita!”). Yes, that’s what labor does to you, from your composed and calmed persona you find yourself turning into a monster 👹, hahaha) He would always ask my pain scale of 1-10 to which I would always answer 8 or 9. He would instruct me to do deep breathing and would occasionally talk to my baby not to torture me much. All through out my labor and delivery, not once did I rate my pain as 10. For me, I’d rate my pain as 10 if it’s enough to get me into tears to which my labor did not. However, I’m not telling that my labor and delivery was a piece of cake just because I did not reach the maximum pain rate. I can confirm what my sister said, “pag naglalabor ka, buhok mo lang ang hindi masakit.” Everything just fucking hurts you just want to get over it.

After some more time, I think I was at 8-9 cm when my OB decided it was time for me to go to the delivery room. According to my mom, I was wheeled inside DR around 7:30 pm. I remembered being transferred three times from bed to bed it was exhausting and annoying. I remembered being transferred to the DR bed and being put into lithotomy position. An oxygen cannula was attached to me and right then, my journey to never ending pushing started. Every time I got contraction, I was instructed to push. I push hard and strong lots of times but it still wasn’t enough for my baby to come out. Since I’ve been there for more than just a few minutes, my OB decided to ask another doctor (the Pediatrician who’s supposed to catch my baby) to do fundal pushing. It took 3 rather painful and literally breathtaking fundal push until my baby came out. I remembered hearing my baby cry. Alas! My Sophia Avery was delivered at 8:35pm. (I actually thought for a minute that I’ll die not because of my labor and delivery but because of the forceful fundal push to which I gladly didn’t.)

After my delivery, everything was a blur. I remember to have woken up already in my assigned room and my vitals being checked by a nurse. The first thing I noticed was my tummy was way smaller. Only then it sinked in that I have already given birth. I scanned my room for signs of my baby but she wasn’t there. I immediately asked the nurse who’s doing the checking and was assured that my baby was in the nursery room and will be roomed in soon.

My husband and my mom immediately attended to me and asked how I was feeling. They prepared soup and drinks for me. I remember feeling drained. My arms and knees are wobbly. It feels like Mt. Pulag again only it wasn’t. They told me my baby was a bright eyed beauty. They said they took pictures although I don’t remember anything about that. They also told me that Nanay, Tatay, Wewel and Maida came to visit but I barely remember seeing them. Maida told me that I even talked to her but I was so groggy.

I slept for a few more hours and finally, the nurse on duty roomed in my baby. I was told she cried the whole time she was away from me. She has this unique cry that it sounds like she was hurting so much although she wasn’t. I have a feeling she’ll get spoiled because of this. When I get to hold my baby, different emotions crawl through me. I mean, can you imagine, me? A mother? If you asked me decades ago if I picture myself a mother, my answer will be downright NO. I ain’t sweet, I ain’t responsible and I’m freaking lazy which disqualifies me to be one. But when I was holding that tiny creature who looks so delicate, right there and then, I had convicted myself to try hard to become the mother this child would ever need. 

Indeed, I have given birth to a miracle.

(below are some pictures during my labor and delivery)

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Being a mother is both a blessing and a responsibility. I pray to God that I’ll be able to give justice to the word.

sophia hiccups


Hic. Hic. Hic. Said my little one almost everytime after feeding and burping here. Curious that I was, I asked my mom about this and she said “ganyan talaga, nagpapalaki ang anak mo.” which translates to “it’s normal”.

I can’t stop thinking about my hiccupping baby so I decided to google it. I learned that hiccups are contraction of diaphragm after sudden stimulation of the muscle. It was told that it’s normal for newborn and babies under a year old. I even read that even in utero, babies hiccups (I don’t how does that happen though). Unfortunately, you can’t do much about it but the good thing is, they go away really soon (so patience is indeed a virtue😉)

Hic. Hic. Hic. There goes my Sophia hiccupping. Again.