BEST MOM

Thanks to my dear sis-in-law Cookie for this award, for considering me as one of the best moms.

Truly, the essence of being a woman is to bear a child. Now that I have a baby of my own, I feel complete. Being a mom is a great responsibility but is a worthwhile and rewarding career. During the first month of Baby CK, I may compare myself to the fictional superhero "Batman." Why? Because I am awake even during the darkest time of the night until the rising of the sun especially when CK doesn't feel like going to sleep. Even then, carrying this fragile little baby in my arms, hearing his soft voice and loud cries, observing his tiny fingers, and looking at his innocent face bring joy and happiness.

The rules:
1. Show the award logo in your post.
2. Pick a picture you have with your kiddo(s).
3. Post should include your best experience as a Mom.
4. Nominate other blogger moms out there that you consider the best mom, like yourself.

I am passing this award to all mommy-bloggers out there!

The WORST Husband?

I was curious with the story featured on Yahoo website entitled "Worst husband ever."

It was about the Long and Fowler families in a reality show Wife Swap (I guess I don't have to elaborate what this show is about, the title says it all.) I watched the firt part (of five) of the video in youtube and was stunned by the atrocious behavior of Stephen Fowler. I could not imagine that people like him still lived. He was so arrogant, so prejudicial, and totally egotistical. And I should say, "he really would be best described as worst husband ever."

If you have not seen the video, try the link below. It's only the first part but you will find the succeeding parts on related videos.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uG2GwSpO7tc

After watching the video, I said to myself that I am truly blessed to have tied the knot to a loving, thoughtful, and simple person.

The Birth of the Little Hero

In the morning of January 15, my biophysical profile showed a score of zero in terms of fluid, which made us decide to go for Caesarian operation as recommended by our obstetrician. The operation was scheduled the following day.

After the OB handed me my admission slip, I returned to the office, completed my pending tasks, emailed my associates of my scheduled absence, went to the house to prepare my and my baby's things, and went back to the hospital for admission at around 10 o'clock in the evening.

The photo above was taken before the operation (obviously!). And the photo below is my cute little bundle of joy. So this is the baby who loves kickin' while inside my tummy. hihi.


It was almost 8:00 am of January 16. The nurse on duty went inside my hospital room with a lab gown that I should wear in the operating room advising me to get ready and to proceed to te OR for the preparation. It was around 8:40 when the anesthesiologist arrived. I was sedated and did not know what happened next UNTIL I heard the cry of the baby and the voice of my OB saying, "Liwat kaayo sa Daddy!"

The 7.48 pounder baby was named Clark Ken "CK", after the superhero known as Superman!

It is a privilege to be a mother. I am truly privileged and blessed to be the mommy of Baby CK, our little hero...

The SOLE

BEFORE and... AFTER.

It was 7:00 am of January 13... The water might have subsided already from waist deep last night at CM Recto Avenue.

I decided to wear my dirty OLD sneakers for two reasons:

1. It's muddy outside so I should not be wearing newly washed shoes.

2. If my shoes get stuck in the mud, it's time to discard them.

I was walking towards the gate of the plant where I worked, about to leave, when... alas! the sole of my left shoe was left behind. Aside from the sole of my shoe, walking behind me are three associates who said, looking at my husband, "Paliti pud na ug shoes bai!" I faced them and SMILED. T'was an embarrassing situation but I said to myself, "What's the big deal of wearing old and damaged shoes?" hihi. I just remembered my elementary days when I placed a small piece of floormat inside my torn school shoes. A classmate saw the mat protruding and exclaimed, "Ann, there is something on your shoe!" What I did? Well, I told her what it was and why it was there. hihi.

I must have missed to mention that there should be a third but most important reason for wearing this pair of dirty old sneakers. And what was it?

3. This pair has only one day to live.