I'm feeling all right with the world today. My two favorite boys are sleeping, both tired from their day's pursuits. Which gives me time on my hands to do nothing but blog and stare at them and thank God for giving them both to me. He always knows what I need.
Friday, August 5, 2011
I was going to close this blog because (1) I got bored with it and (2) I didn't see much sense detailing my life for eternity on the internet.
But seeing my entries dating way back to 2005, I felt a sense of sentimentality. How could I just delete a blog that has served as my online diary for so many years? It's helped me remember the tiny details that I otherwise would have forgotten, like my Capetown memories, my Bangkok bar hopping, my Cebu Christmases. Too often I remember only the big moments and I don't need a blog for those. But I do need this sort of diary to remember rants, raves, little things that crossed my mind during the day.
I have decided to start up this diary again. And I know it might only be me reading it from time to time. But wouldn't it be sweet to realize that the me reading this 10 years from now would be smiling as she reads my entries and think that yeah, God gave me a good life. :)
Posted by rochie at 8/05/2011 10:21:00 AM
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Since the first day I found out I was pregnant, the birthing portion of the whole baby experience has terrified me the most. In fact, I cried when I first got the positive result and my first words to my amused hubby were "giving birth is going to be painful!". (so obviously my pain tolerance is nearly zero).
So it came as a surprise to me that when my water bag broke on the night of April 18, I was quite calm. I took a shower, put on make up, had an early dinner and even had time to apply my parents' long term visit pass in Singapore. It helped, I think, that I had my hospital bag all ready and standing by the door.
|me at 2cm|
And while the nurses at the hospital were very nice (I especially liked the midwife attending to me. Her IE wasn't too bad), I had one horrible experience with one nurse. After attaching my catheter , she just up and did an IE without informing me (which I think should NOT be done). I gave a little scream. And the stupid nurse? She just told me "how can Dr. Tan deliver you leh if you pain like that?" Like it was my friggin' fault that she can't be expected to be gentle when touching the most sensitive parts of my body! Grrr. I think she was practicing on doing her IE on me. I can tell she is terribly INCOMPETENT. When she left, I burst into tears and my body was left shivering from the trauma.
Thankfully, my doctor and my anesthesiologist were very good at what they do (not to mention, nice and reassuring). Marco finally came out of me 9 hours later at 6:59 AM on April 19.
One last great push (I remember I even had my eyes closed in case it helped) and Marco came out kicking and screaming out of me. My husband was quite stunned at first and had to be prompted by the nurse to take a picture. hehe. Here is our first family picture with our OB. I'm thankful I got her. She did make my delivery as less traumatic as possible. And she was very understanding of my low pain threshold.
|a tired but happy mom and dad with Marco|
Paui swore there was a bucketful of blood dripping from me. And thankfully I never saw it or I might decide to make Marco an only child. I did see this however and I still can't believe this thing and Marco were both inside me for 9 months!
Posted by rochie at 4/19/2011 08:00:00 AM