tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71480326396548156422024-03-28T13:43:58.379+08:00coopstrutCandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.comBlogger288125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-70158565080479827842024-03-28T13:35:00.004+08:002024-03-28T13:38:19.393+08:00No Respect<p>If you will ask me the way I define these kinds of people depends on how you perceive them.</p><p>Like they make money because they cheat.</p><p>If you were offered the same chance as them to be illegal and capable of stealing millions of moneys from taxes and spending it personally, then you define them as being lucky. That is their luck.</p><p>If you think you were able to pursue your bear minimum potential feeding off of their 0.0000000000001 wealth, then you may pretend them being "blessed". They deserve the wealth.</p><p><br /></p><p>But if I'm being honest, these kids who have zero experience in struggles of being poor, who are raised with a silver spoon doesn't have the real experience of what it's like to be one and so it's an eye sore to see them flaunt their fame and lxurious lifestyles on socmed like they earned it. To enjoy the life of luxury when they had less to no effort in really producing that kind of wealth to live that kind of lifestyle. It's disgusting. We all knew the truth, it may seem like jealousy, but the fact is it's really inappropriate to flaunt if it was never yours in the first place.</p><p><br /></p><p>For those rich kids who worked their ass off, so called NEPO baby - no fucks given. You are still lucky you get help. I get it, but still you wont be able to do it without your parents, surprise surprise we all know that since day 1. These entitled mother fuckers.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-17384885020708731722023-11-15T10:37:00.002+08:002023-11-15T16:43:15.134+08:00Sweet November<p><span style="font-family: courier;"> As the year is coming to end I just want to reflect on all things good and bad in my life. Things that happened in the past months and my current situation. So speaking current situation here is a real time photo of my work at home life with two kids, luckily, I have here my papa to help out with alaga and luto and everything else.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2FhlK16fqM3P-67E6dfr0zwamL4fFM-sRe7ZvvFi_7AsUXfZf3nstlPA_a3QNzkMW_mTyZ3d7lAjXr2Vcv7RLGwCgOcutuAyfuc1f8Ukh64Hc80iuxqvHZ8-3Jrh4Prnlb2Km2YSPsrEGY8YwrTHdlIyn-kicqhAxZyg2uCi1HToCIg1ztK83Fh3215Q/s1472/MicrosoftTeams-image%20(1).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2FhlK16fqM3P-67E6dfr0zwamL4fFM-sRe7ZvvFi_7AsUXfZf3nstlPA_a3QNzkMW_mTyZ3d7lAjXr2Vcv7RLGwCgOcutuAyfuc1f8Ukh64Hc80iuxqvHZ8-3Jrh4Prnlb2Km2YSPsrEGY8YwrTHdlIyn-kicqhAxZyg2uCi1HToCIg1ztK83Fh3215Q/s320/MicrosoftTeams-image%20(1).png" width="180" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">So I took a picture of my home office, a total chaos knowing the table also serves as jumping board for my two littles.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">How am I?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I cannot put into words how overwhelming this is. To be a parent, a mother of 2, a wife, a full time IT professional (flex ko na den haha!). Like I normally dont have assist from anyone except on thurs and fri where I go to office with Eloise, mom is here to look after Khaled. But then again I still look after Eloise while working.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> And Just this week, I just gave in and ask papa if he could also help me Mon to Wed haha! So to ask how am I is just unfathomable haha!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Im good, I feel alright with a little bit of anxiety here and there. At times I scream when things arent in control especially with kids but I make it up with them instantly. Saying sorry for shouting or screaming infront of the kids is not ideal , but given my situation I think it is also important to show the real side of me. How can I hide my emotions e maliit lng bahay namin haha but kidding aside I think it is also important to show your kids your raw true self so they'll learn as they grow up that mama is strong and weak at the same time. That I need to make them understand why mama did it so they would know what is wrong and right and probably (like 20% chance) of not repeating what they did wrong.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am always thankful to God that he made this life possible, when it seems hopeless he turned it to something better that I can imagine. Though it is overwhelming, I let it all sink all these feelings and emotions knowing that they grow fast as hell I even have this wall to measure their growth each month.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6hLETiYi0Nd0rDpVEvWgBdb5z1on6zf5mBZLLFrnQXW3NsaEuCG6uYHR4UDxZdXkv58vaAV-CcUmj5OgUnhhAGHYM6VZA1SN0mfTSwjkbD3ACcpqzxqOIFjci0Tplg1WoUbPHyQjv_ehzcrzKGg_qHHIuqxbc6EPDrdwEybPRopueslVXDzIwLJmDBHE/s2573/MicrosoftTeams-image%20(2).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2573" data-original-width="1448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6hLETiYi0Nd0rDpVEvWgBdb5z1on6zf5mBZLLFrnQXW3NsaEuCG6uYHR4UDxZdXkv58vaAV-CcUmj5OgUnhhAGHYM6VZA1SN0mfTSwjkbD3ACcpqzxqOIFjci0Tplg1WoUbPHyQjv_ehzcrzKGg_qHHIuqxbc6EPDrdwEybPRopueslVXDzIwLJmDBHE/s320/MicrosoftTeams-image%20(2).png" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">How I love mothering though it is tough, but to be with them is to realize you come to multiply and gave a whole new meaning of life. My life was never the same the moment I laid eyes to my eldest, Eloise. My life is over when I laid eyes on Khaled haha! Youthful, single life. As these years to come is about child rearing and making sure they are safe and love to the fullest.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They are here later nlng haha!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So Ayun na nga time check 4:16 in the afternoon not yet done with work doing stuff like these while enjoying my fathers company (bumili pala sya ng merienda). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Reflections so many things like how we overcame the persistent bronchiolitis ni Khaled, to almost every other month na ubo sipon and nebulizing nila. How we overcame the thought of my husband leaving for work like total horror. The realization of people who are meant to be part of your life and those who are just plain wall paper. I decided to stay out of it(having relationship with this type of people) for good because wala naman akong mapapala sa kanila puro lang toxic. And the best part is we are expecting travel this christmas and newyear with FAMBAM. SO many things happening so stay tuned.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">xoxo,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mama bear</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-57178963234631940412023-11-07T16:14:00.003+08:002023-11-15T10:10:46.903+08:00November is for HALLOWEEN!!!<p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> </span><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">My little mermaid</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZQYP1xk6KIfTvc9zSJV-dF0VyehamwZmEkKx0jfz-T8iMZZ4cnBAiPiZSgrGU1YSG2Bntf80BWrcq3jbvHLAgW86dWkFZ1nKPBmKbbp0Juv54Mk_d6Fq64Dx-CMkO6jFR_a0h4SkCdtASC8Htwsv4Rf0NRIO9P13eXHl0piaO79OsqO1ga0vGX38aVgs" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="748" data-original-width="666" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiZQYP1xk6KIfTvc9zSJV-dF0VyehamwZmEkKx0jfz-T8iMZZ4cnBAiPiZSgrGU1YSG2Bntf80BWrcq3jbvHLAgW86dWkFZ1nKPBmKbbp0Juv54Mk_d6Fq64Dx-CMkO6jFR_a0h4SkCdtASC8Htwsv4Rf0NRIO9P13eXHl0piaO79OsqO1ga0vGX38aVgs=w571-h640" width="571" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: helvetica;">Ansaya naman though hindi na costume si chuchoi ko. Pero they both attended the condo's trick or treat. Yun lang when she wore this costume hindi din sya naka attend sa office since it's late 2pm, e normally traffic sa ortigas to we went home before the party even started. Pero ang daming freebies sa condo pak na den!</span><div><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: helvetica;">I also managed to pull some skellita costume lols</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4po1V5pP7KsQUIaFvp3rs_6Cxc8HT9nU4G95nFVrf-uWBqebLjvCr-wncKorqceWxYNbVel_rRKj3OBAM8CncstROKu2-sK6N-DYEOenobk8ZCqm36-Iko65Y5YGLeS0Gg62h7kqHnjZkw2x86UfhkqgSLI0YqMX409_K_Aok6KjvwmXcVUQaa6c0f6o/s3264/MicrosoftTeams-image.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4po1V5pP7KsQUIaFvp3rs_6Cxc8HT9nU4G95nFVrf-uWBqebLjvCr-wncKorqceWxYNbVel_rRKj3OBAM8CncstROKu2-sK6N-DYEOenobk8ZCqm36-Iko65Y5YGLeS0Gg62h7kqHnjZkw2x86UfhkqgSLI0YqMX409_K_Aok6KjvwmXcVUQaa6c0f6o/w480-h640/MicrosoftTeams-image.png" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">xo,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mama Fran</div><br /><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-44133639256452958082022-09-04T00:56:00.001+08:002022-09-04T00:56:29.372+08:00Reading again...<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: georgia;">Will collect hopefully meron sa mga bookstore dito sa Manila</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHKKeILtp7hbn4bcs7iWFfsMkbxsOGvHbtNfELg2vGMvPy2K7Dszl7Qc7RrEg64k0kgXONnidxb5Sqx41l6Q-EOn1fAVz3cU9d9f4kOWFVCZprNbRf8p10IALydRbjTqrTa9_44O05tf0Q_GuCNNC7uH9ywk3VU0VisXPnsZ5kbXLr_DV5Ou-etIWL" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img alt="" data-original-height="624" data-original-width="760" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhHKKeILtp7hbn4bcs7iWFfsMkbxsOGvHbtNfELg2vGMvPy2K7Dszl7Qc7RrEg64k0kgXONnidxb5Sqx41l6Q-EOn1fAVz3cU9d9f4kOWFVCZprNbRf8p10IALydRbjTqrTa9_44O05tf0Q_GuCNNC7uH9ywk3VU0VisXPnsZ5kbXLr_DV5Ou-etIWL=w400-h329" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Searching for the taste that once were sweet. </div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Needing to feel alive again.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Living , breathing the life that once upon a time I live.</span></p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-17879069103884038702022-08-31T01:03:00.002+08:002022-08-31T01:03:46.329+08:00Sta LuciaMy fambam went to Sta Lucia today.<div>We had early dinner in our chinese resto, though the beef tendon is not available.</div><div>It was Buchoy's first time in Sta Lu, alst time we left him to his lola only Chuchay came with us.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway both babies ate fried shrimp dumplings, this time Choi sat in hugh chair (aww) Chai sat next to her tatay in big chair na, time flies too fast :(</div><div><br /></div><div>So after we had dinner, tatay did widraw where Chai Choi and I went for a quick tour at dept store. Theres a mini push cart and my Chuchay pushed it like crazy lol we bought tissue folds since tagal ng wla sa baba (robinson). Then we bought dairy queen medium mango cheesecake, then Chai and Choi ate it in Bo's where tatay and I had our coffee. Mines favorite which choco mocha and tatays plain americano.</div><div><br /></div><div>So as usual we played, chuhcai ran like crazy while choi hablot everything muntik na pitcher ni Bo's. Then nag dede den sya 4oz. Chai naman sinusubuan ako ng ice cream. Cute nila si tatay phone online gamble haha! So ayun Chai and I had quick tour while Choi was asleep kay tatay nya. We went to National book store, cute kase may free si Chai na "glass" daw haha! Hirap nya pull out of the pink door kala ata nya it was Kidzoona. Then 8:30Pm we went sa ground floor chck on lumang snacks sa grocery pero we cant find it so we went home around 9pm dun kami dumaain sa may petshop sa elevated walk way :) we tried to sakay taxi since wla nag tryk nanaman kami pauwi mas safe kasi open. After we caught covid-19 we always try to ride open if not private car. So ayun, babies took a bath kami den then watch HIT sa netflix then sleep. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now I am still awake, tatay din. Im still going to work lapit nako mag resign sa Accenture will give my last contribution. Yun lang will prder also in points yung Carheart ba yun na bag for tatay :)</div><div><br /></div><div>This is a good day, will upload photo later pa.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you Lord for all the blessing, the simplicity of life and everyday waking up with my love ones.</div><div>Thank you for all, we Love you papa Jesus!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>xo,</div><div>Fran</div>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-68731592191708700242022-08-18T17:51:00.004+08:002022-08-18T17:51:39.063+08:00Hello Babies!<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"> Hello World!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Today is thrisday just an ordinary day. While on call, listening to defender for cloud I just need to post my bebe boy just after kumain ng papaya and still eating sa crib ng mamon! </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyljdVYZIcMJdWUMDYZilrBPAxqQHXqrwhYoOXFvQKl8eMF74MZ3tdrAJTE3bP3pj1cXJqMmLM-5hUw4u5T6mdK25BYP9YL4o_SHnHbSRVStWizFaZE8qV8ZvqKsYaIJjeSMAPfbEsu4WkuvyK7xUqUEOHSvsprHxRMjzFRVleCVpoLEuu8DjS0Cg/s3024/k.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="2268" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyljdVYZIcMJdWUMDYZilrBPAxqQHXqrwhYoOXFvQKl8eMF74MZ3tdrAJTE3bP3pj1cXJqMmLM-5hUw4u5T6mdK25BYP9YL4o_SHnHbSRVStWizFaZE8qV8ZvqKsYaIJjeSMAPfbEsu4WkuvyK7xUqUEOHSvsprHxRMjzFRVleCVpoLEuu8DjS0Cg/w292-h389/k.jpg" width="292" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">And currently andito si chuchay breastfeeding!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAx2dwNtsu8DhdXd357z1aBJ3rKzWYZN0S6CX5lIzC345G8AbCNbGBZnQuKTOJHFlZNW2qzTlNAPuyhSxQxugjegfd2sjbJOLAuoVL3SPx7I-FdLNv1ZzLBhTsPO_ypUoafNtl2dbl_fz0QVFQxUcEPzWBNZ7EyAi_1DD6Rp6aW3wfqbRZhwOpebs/s3024/ch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="2268" height="392" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAx2dwNtsu8DhdXd357z1aBJ3rKzWYZN0S6CX5lIzC345G8AbCNbGBZnQuKTOJHFlZNW2qzTlNAPuyhSxQxugjegfd2sjbJOLAuoVL3SPx7I-FdLNv1ZzLBhTsPO_ypUoafNtl2dbl_fz0QVFQxUcEPzWBNZ7EyAi_1DD6Rp6aW3wfqbRZhwOpebs/w294-h392/ch.jpg" width="294" /></a></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">may kuliti pa yan sa right eyes pagaling na haha!</div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Love my babies <3</span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-89079126046746022472022-08-09T23:19:00.002+08:002022-08-09T23:19:33.611+08:00Last Order - Acn Edition<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Last order to accenture rewards before the tata! It feels
surreal having coming back for more than 10 yrs after and then here I am again
saying goodbye.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Collecting memories again, but this time it feels like I am
just passing by to say Hi to old colleagues, and also to new colleagues – and
then now this Im saying good bye again.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It’s been a good ride and I thank Accenture for giving me
yet again another opportunity though it is far from my practice I wholly accept
it atleast I had a great time enjoying less work and more time with my babies.
And ofcourse a lot of time resting after childbirth. I know this is not the end
and last, I will keep coming back for retirement. But for now I bid farewell to
seek for better future with my babies and hubby. Thank you once again
mothership see you on the flip side! Mwah!<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2MIjF6LZrXNq63FdrGq60u0K6bnu6mxcaHIfqsTSy3_AyH7vFCrZwE9YbtX8As7LRgnCXExhQEIU6mluD5zeZ0ym-mTKGnn7ZNukvLoHo-7sHOn9yB1tDB8zRw0tEglW9ktYpe5fjg3DQg-lCB4AW6gA5AVbkrp6MZSE1M5GmsPPXEn-HgCwW6qw/s1193/order.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="717" data-original-width="1193" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2MIjF6LZrXNq63FdrGq60u0K6bnu6mxcaHIfqsTSy3_AyH7vFCrZwE9YbtX8As7LRgnCXExhQEIU6mluD5zeZ0ym-mTKGnn7ZNukvLoHo-7sHOn9yB1tDB8zRw0tEglW9ktYpe5fjg3DQg-lCB4AW6gA5AVbkrp6MZSE1M5GmsPPXEn-HgCwW6qw/w505-h303/order.png" width="505" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-86800569809177100152022-03-03T20:07:00.002+08:002022-03-03T20:07:37.235+08:00Peace today<p>I am sitting here in my desk just finished my dinner from yesterdays Italiani's left over . Dim light, low toned news about Russia and Ukraine playing at the background, wet hair and towel just hanging around my shoulder. Babies in the room, yaya cradling the youngest, husbands out and Im here trying to find my own little quiet peace.</p><p>While I was eating my dinner, I cant help but stare at fridge, those pictures of Jose and I having the best times of our lives traveling. Boracay, Macau, Hongkong, to name the few. Singapore when I attended my friends wedding and when i last travelled abroad with my sister (hopefully we'd chance again). While I brushed my teeth i stared outside the window, dim light outside the corridor finally I'm not in a hurry. I bathed my babies and fed them milk already just getting ready to doze off.</p><p>Now I need to go and try to make the eldest sleep so I can use my cp - she's always holding it. </p><p>Talk to you again soon!</p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-29615892906031903452022-03-02T13:51:00.001+08:002022-03-02T13:51:31.421+08:00Birthday and Sunday's Best<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhdBLz6_EmNS8Vr7XsfczwR_Z0k1gsXzN6p6YwnHMuNvgFDepujDwqjeKEKQo-E8kdCQbL_fnxffoObnvlRUoZPOLuLTnAgXeH9futgsD1nZneIhpSy55ERiJ8UH4A1P-lT6OoklZpwfCpB-FHYixUzWHF9sKWvcJTLX-HXuXufAipD4tcZb3SjWhQG=s1792" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhdBLz6_EmNS8Vr7XsfczwR_Z0k1gsXzN6p6YwnHMuNvgFDepujDwqjeKEKQo-E8kdCQbL_fnxffoObnvlRUoZPOLuLTnAgXeH9futgsD1nZneIhpSy55ERiJ8UH4A1P-lT6OoklZpwfCpB-FHYixUzWHF9sKWvcJTLX-HXuXufAipD4tcZb3SjWhQG=s320" width="148" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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It was nice afternoon around 4pm. My baby boy Khaled stayed home with his yaya we couldnt just bring him outside since he's still 3 months young and not yet baptised. I just feel he can easily be "bati" by people for some reason.</p><p>So while we walked back and fort, the sunset basked allover the street engulfing our fellow walkatoners along culdesac. The street is merely a wide road with skaters, bikers, runners and "walkatoners". While my Eloise is busy singing her favorites tunes, baby shark, twinkle twinkle little star, excavator, to name a few I savor the moment spent with her (and the dad too). I know this is a bit sentimental but hey that moment is the only time she can ever be that young and kulit and cute. Well I know for a fact that she will forever be the cutest. I had fun just staring at them mag ama, I could never exchange these simple moments for the world. While she walks and run while her tatay kept following her and reminds to slow down and stop I just stared smiling wishing moments like these never end. She will grow up and our hair will turn grey, and only these memories will live on in our hearts.</p><p>In time, Khaled will join the club. Sibs will probably run together conniving how to get away with tatay.</p><p>I live for moments like these as a mom, to dream for the best - for my babies and my family.</p><p>I never thought in my wildest dream I could ever have this kind of life field with joy and laughter and so much love (it hurts). Whilst we can never get rid of worries and pain and problems of life - important thing is we are in this together to love and to hold.</p><p>For my Eloise - know that you are never alone. You are love and important. I am your mama, and will forever will I protect and serve you my baby.</p><p>For my Khaled - From the day you were born I knew I found my first love. You are my sweetheart no matter what happens I am your mama. Will be here for you to love and serve for eternity. Please anak dont iwan us agad with your gf. kidding (but thats really something you have to think about when you grow up)</p><p>To my husband - you know I love you, actually even when I havent met you yet. I knew it was you, it is always you all along my hon.</p><p>Actually I wrote this blog because I wanted to share sana the clips while Eloise and her tatay sang along "twinkle twinkle little star" while strolling along the riverside. Its so cute but since my gallery is full it was cut short. </p><p>Also we came across papa in his bike.</p><p>Enjoy!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8ZFwOqO5x4RYAuKkDetkuFV8mvXA6aaXvuoIgVhYO4LxAK31VhVz4d5pCBOZu7vM9fLYz5Hy35NeaiZVi3ZVtpkmJO5yeSFQzImQxA9OQ4c4iVlNgRM-Ra4sMHG9x5rjhU9lfQhdWqZjdU1Bglg6xp-TR9vAQy4X_Bx3gKKcKFw2-cxTFvns0l16_=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8ZFwOqO5x4RYAuKkDetkuFV8mvXA6aaXvuoIgVhYO4LxAK31VhVz4d5pCBOZu7vM9fLYz5Hy35NeaiZVi3ZVtpkmJO5yeSFQzImQxA9OQ4c4iVlNgRM-Ra4sMHG9x5rjhU9lfQhdWqZjdU1Bglg6xp-TR9vAQy4X_Bx3gKKcKFw2-cxTFvns0l16_=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYtu7JycgvG-TyqqzWphRV_nxLMAhDeToHuFB7vNuVbi2bQEANwiAjXF6fpoX7YAL8w_a_oRIit6RXNqRGf9yBFktDApCY19APeEGv9JDQM0r6WhamoXAsI2DN2dTmU85otbeqqV5gNqr9JEub6aiAL6iDZdGwEZ-dxrUQdXWiPA19pRT2IkEjpn2Y=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-64334514782743774652022-02-08T15:00:00.001+08:002022-02-08T15:00:03.494+08:00What Life is Like with Two Under Two<p> First and foremost my two babies are aslepp, yes ikn the afternoon. I got them tied down at 2:10 PM in the afternoon. Well the father had just kept Chesca circling around outside the corridor for minuts while I do the little one (breast feeding).. The lo is fidgety so I had him tied down in a blanket.</p><p><br /></p><p>So after a 45 mins breask Im back again, i know you didnt notice ha!</p><p>With 2 under 2 you almost want to do everything you used to do like write, do the laundry, watch netflix, youtube, fold clothes etc but you just cant. The situation wont just allow you. So I end up fed up mostof the time. I am fed up. Without helper, only my partner it's nuts!</p><p><br /></p><p>Now Im trying to finish the laundy, drink cofee, write, play music background to atleast find my own piece of sanity. I just dont want to loose my cool it benefits my babies in the long run.</p><p>I cant be burntout, but Im always burn out. Im tired but I have no choice but to push forward. Do the things like make the babies sleep, make them not cry, make them milk, order diapers, buy milk, think of food for my 1 yr and 8 month old baby. All of these contributes to anxiety, my anxiety, I suppose mom anxiety. MOM is the hardest job. it is! </p><p>I need to make sure that I attend to all their needs while meeting my needs for my well being as well to support them and eventually effectively take care of them and the family as a whole. It isa tough 24x7 job, so I understand why some young mom just give up cause I dont know maybe they simply cant. Im an adult and most of the time I find myself quitting - if there is such a thing as quitting mom. Dont get me wrong I love my babies but moma needs to recuperate too!</p><p>I want to be a good mom, dont know if im doing it right but I pray to God I am. Just making sure they are well attended to the vaccines, the food, the milk, the naps, sleeping at night on time, the right toys for their age, the right movie to play for their age, the cuddles and million times I love yous and hugs and kisses.</p><p><br /></p><p>Oh moma, You are truly a Rockstar!</p><p>Now back to work!!!!!!!</p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-67396219500349857192022-01-25T19:45:00.002+08:002022-01-25T19:45:58.345+08:00Tired<p> What it means to be a mom? Tired, worried, burned-out, scared, loved and bliss all the same time.</p><p>When I say tired it literally burned me out, like physically mentally emotionally. The fact that it is only us, parents who are taking care of the 2 under 2 is a little too much.</p><p>I remembered there was a time I stayed the whole day with Eloise in bed, I cried and sent our pic to mama (with me crying). I totally balled out. Now breaking down is just as normal as drinking cold coffee. BTW it is still fucking pandemic so its normal to stay the whole fucking day 24x7, 7x a week AT HOME. And I am talking about 2 straight fucking years of insanity with the wild babies and helpless dad of 2. Eloise, my eldest is not even 2 yrs old and I feel God damn old hog, worn out and wasted bitch.</p><p>Lord, I am not complaining - i know right off the bat that this could be it - the end of my zen life. But man did I not see it coming that "MOM - LIFE" is no life at all. Though its ironic since my babies are my life.</p><p>Kudos to my mama who carried 3 bitches under the hood with little to know money. With papa working a far - for who knows if he can handle the bills but didnt level up and carried on with his own not so working ways - anyways.</p><p>To think that my partner will leave in like days to work abroad is freaking me out but pretend to stay cool and maintain can handle it look but dead on the inside actually, IS INSANE.</p><p>My mama will take over. And I dont know if we can carry on given that she is already a senior citizen. Well we tried having putanginang katulong but they all scammers. Oh well those mother fuckers , making a living and benefitting from those good amo like us. Putangina nyo talaga.</p><p>What I feel: </p><p><span> </span>Helpless...</p><p>What I look forward to: </p><p><span> </span>Restful slumber, massage, me time, this fucking pandemic to end and travel with kids.</p><p>What I pray:</p><p><span> Nobody in my family gets sick and die without getting a good life (Travel, Money, Food, Luxury) - JOY & HAPPINESS.</span><br /></p><p>This is me rumbling,</p><p>KENDI</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEji5OkjJy1kOLluBds8FrTYR2dF4T99IbjOokM6eCJAg0gJcZzr6p30hUWClqX1OGogCzDFHCepOq4dH_1xD1Pi1oSc6ue7HtDxC0uDJ0_mo8h7yZ1OHUAC-YOFytZWoVK5eVPvKP2ZtVkpOqMH-JKUnjPFpjfnqExF04krSWoMgP5o9hwDzI3wjGlV=s1690" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1690" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEji5OkjJy1kOLluBds8FrTYR2dF4T99IbjOokM6eCJAg0gJcZzr6p30hUWClqX1OGogCzDFHCepOq4dH_1xD1Pi1oSc6ue7HtDxC0uDJ0_mo8h7yZ1OHUAC-YOFytZWoVK5eVPvKP2ZtVkpOqMH-JKUnjPFpjfnqExF04krSWoMgP5o9hwDzI3wjGlV=s320" width="303" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-16777159396552455172022-01-25T19:15:00.000+08:002022-01-25T19:15:02.482+08:00<p>Hi loves,</p><p><br /></p><p>I have so much on my plate but still manage to blog, finally! While everybody is still sound asleep it's 5AM and im trying to make my own coffee, I would like to review baby bottles, the ones that I experienced using with my babies.</p><p>By the way I have two under two, yup it is crazy but fulfilling and thats another story. What I am here for are the baby bottle brands as well as the age group they are best used for.</p><p>In the beginning, wait ill just fix my coffee. LOL</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSSihdB4wEibG2uz6vDqj7Vc6mSJDDFO2pKUBB2IGpgqta6HpOoMeHFfUQjbaPt1quVDqnr56aEVhc-owK-KLFBXN9NSZqty04ZjlK9kJWNCT8xu48ohQuySm4YfYfditjkLy5oVxWukYYgro-E60KV1GmzoVXNPrqLWmUcT_qoTKcdsGtor8efei8=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiSSihdB4wEibG2uz6vDqj7Vc6mSJDDFO2pKUBB2IGpgqta6HpOoMeHFfUQjbaPt1quVDqnr56aEVhc-owK-KLFBXN9NSZqty04ZjlK9kJWNCT8xu48ohQuySm4YfYfditjkLy5oVxWukYYgro-E60KV1GmzoVXNPrqLWmUcT_qoTKcdsGtor8efei8=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>by the way this is my coffee moccana hazelnut flavor (normally I go for Folger, but this one is new my husband bought it) then I add bearbrand milk my fave and muscovado.</p><p>Going back, in the beginning my Eloise used Pigeon right away. I bough like 4 pcs of 4 oz. But colic became a challenge so I took my friends advice (Gel) to avoid colic to try Dr Browns. So my husband bought 9oz. I did not saw the result right away, we still opt for pigeon and then restime (Khaled's pedia advised us not to use it, it has tama daw in brain). But Eloise's colic is extreme so we resorted to constant assisted burping and acete de mansanila. I also tried the como tomo, the pink one but to no avail it's not stuck in the cabinet. It shapes like my boobs (cause I also breast feed - but not enough) but it did not last since the body which is silicon often catches hair, dirt so thats the cons.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidSaaZ-OWVe9VzkVLkUhriojgt1Ntc7fGE_CA5NtT9YmCAWdvJg2JMRYVz2Eju19aeBFL49yUtuZwmrDKJ87ORGSLAJIpwg5a7NZm3SWEPfCRE_4y2L-stuRmG1aZl77j1v85pBelPlBL44Twea9DrXjO0zz-2BSPlfyOKAbgQcySnLbtRzagYUs4e=s828" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="618" data-original-width="828" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidSaaZ-OWVe9VzkVLkUhriojgt1Ntc7fGE_CA5NtT9YmCAWdvJg2JMRYVz2Eju19aeBFL49yUtuZwmrDKJ87ORGSLAJIpwg5a7NZm3SWEPfCRE_4y2L-stuRmG1aZl77j1v85pBelPlBL44Twea9DrXjO0zz-2BSPlfyOKAbgQcySnLbtRzagYUs4e=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>So this is the actually photo of when I used to express my bm for Eloise. While I drink my malunggay coffee lol.</p><p>The wide neck pigeon is the one I use until now for Eloise, until I realize as per her papa, that milk is causing her teeth to decay. And front teeth already has started showing brown discoloration. I wonder if its caused by teats. And so just about awhile ago I ordered Dr Brown's bottle with sippy teats.</p><p>Here is sample vid https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mdgh83zoqrs</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_vkbUvYRPTpEepjJmPDoAvMCQTyxFtXSgdap83CXiKrRRtEMMo7X9oaiMEuQTJgAgIqF4EodMyiLfsmJentIJATE9JAMsGW2esa9MUuYrUF3zkS8-eCDWFkeqay7gSnRjd3gxFZDBZNleP9U-QuUHrVJoh7Lghd9y0NneEJBfx3hYaoKN39qU2_q6=s225" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_vkbUvYRPTpEepjJmPDoAvMCQTyxFtXSgdap83CXiKrRRtEMMo7X9oaiMEuQTJgAgIqF4EodMyiLfsmJentIJATE9JAMsGW2esa9MUuYrUF3zkS8-eCDWFkeqay7gSnRjd3gxFZDBZNleP9U-QuUHrVJoh7Lghd9y0NneEJBfx3hYaoKN39qU2_q6" width="225" /></a></div><br /><p>I bought the blue one, wide neck 9 oz.</p><p>So for Khaled, this one is tricky he is premat one week early so given his nec complications (which was mild by the way) I considered buying Dr browns wideneck for normal flow not premat. At first his papa bought Chicco boy gift set for him, knowing he really is not familiar with the best brand for his babies as usual it didnt worked, my son didnt like the teats - even Eloise. So we used the Pigeon the yellow one but again it produces so much bubbles - so I ordered Dr Browns wideneck 4 oz.</p><p><br /></p><p>above was Jan 19.. today is Jan 25 thats how busy I am as a mom. I will try to update this part when I have chance btw its Tue 7:14 PM.. A very very very tiring day :'(</p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-30339494170964048372021-12-02T22:53:00.001+08:002021-12-02T22:53:26.562+08:00Khaled<p>I gave birth a week early than planned, well my baby's supposed 37 week.</p><p>We were not shocked because beginning September 2021, it was already seen that he is well, small.</p><p>My OBGYN tried supplements so baby gains weight but no effect, that time I was taking Onaima.</p><p>Until we had Ultrasound/Doppler. There was notching in umbilical cord making it hard to pass oxygen and blood to baby. Also my placenta, overaged as fucked. So we had no choice to deliver him early.</p><p>We checked in Delgado Tuesday. We had our RTPCR test (me) and Rapid Test (Jose) at home , Monday night. The room is decent, more pleasing than the one we had with Franchesca. Ironic though, it was not occupied by a mom holding and feeding her son. It was just me and Jose all through out. We never did see our son in our room 112. To be able to see him is to go up the second floor in NICU to give KMC.</p><p>I cried the first time I saw him, my son. He was so little.<span> </span> </p><p>It was our first night together, a day after my operation (May 20). I had 15 mins max but I guess we were there for about 30 mins the nurses were generous. I held him close to my chest, I can feel his warmth and the smell of baby, tried to kiss him but was afraid that I might carry bacteria. Even if before I enter thr NICU, they made me wear lab gown, change slippers and wear hair net. Then I washed my hands and applied sterillium. I sat in a chair with boppy pillow behind me. It was surreal when the nurse handed me my little boy. I cant imagine I have a baby boy, he is so little so fragile, I cried. I said sorry, he was there and alone hindi nya kasama si nanay at tatay. I cant stand that time because of my fresh operation plus there were cords hooked to his body, hands mouth and feet :(</p><p>I was allowed to visit him every 3 hours, if only my body can manage to do it every 3 hours kaso lang I also need to rest. But made sure orning afternoon and evening andun ako especially the last night na nag stay kami that was Sunday November 21. There was a time na pinadede ko sya thats when I knew he can latch though hindi pa pala allowed, kaya I baka yun din nag contribute na bloat yung stomach nya kinabukasan. Anyway the before the last time I held him tight, I stood up kse he was fidgety gusto nya mag feed sa breast ko nag slide sya so I stood up and cradled him sung a song it took us 30-45 mins ata and he was sound as sleep kahit na yung abby across him (btw he was in incubator) was crying loud. Naka sleep ang baby ko, sa dibdib ko. Kahit na madalas nalabas boobs ko wla na din ako paki alam puro girl naman nurse. I kissed my son's head, the first time I smelled him grabe amoy baby amoy alcohol ata amoy malinis, I miss the smell. I always bring the muslin that time the one Eloise used nung pinanganak ko sya sa Delgado din. And up until now naka plastic yun hindi ko nilalaban. Kahit na hindi ko naman naipasok talaga sa loob yun kasi bawal pero same smell. I miss my baby Boy, tomorrow is another day na hindi namin sya kasama sa bahay.</p><p>Today is Dec 2, Thursday. exactly 14 days na 2 weeks without him after mg operation. The separation anxiety is real, yung prang lutang ka na in denial na there is nothing wrong and you just believe that everything will work out in God's grace. Masakit kasi isipin masisira ulo ko, kaya ipinapasa Diyos ko nlng. I want to cut the outside world and dto lang talaga mag revolve sa loob ng bahay ang buhay. Until mag okay na ang anak ko, ayaw ko maka dinig ng noise. Prayers will do. But not noise. Only God can help heal, yun ang alam ko with his wisdom and grace and blessing na ibibigay kila Dra Platon and Dra Teng to help my son heal. I have so much to be thankful for, umpisa palang kay Dra Cayabyab na nailabas namin agad si Khaled, but the battle is not yet over. My baby boy is still fighting. WBC yung lab test tomorrow I claim na healed na in Jesus Christ name Amen.</p><p>The last time I felt the last time ko na sya makaka karga kasi bawal na mag KMC kapag lumabas na sa hospital , we checked out Monday extended because we were still hoping makasama sya pauwi but failed. Sabi ko anak, galingan mo lakasan mo loob mo pray tyo kay Lord na gumaling kana para makasama mo na kami si ate si tatay ako anak. Mamimiss kita anak, bilisan mo gumaling uwi na tyo. I love you anak and then I cried kahit sinisipon ako kinisan ko ulo ng anak ko. He was sleeping then. Tumatagal kami ng 45 mins ang bait ng mga nurse lalo pag wla naman Dr sa Nicu imbes na 15 mins lang. There are so many angels on earth na hindi nila alam gaano kahalaga sa akin yun as nanay na makasama ng matagal anak ko.</p><p>Ngyon, waiting.. Tomorrow is the result ng WBC lab nya. Lord I lift to you all my worries and all the sickness Khaled Jose Benicarlo is facing make him a healthy boy oh Lord that he may praise you all through his life. Amen.</p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-9898305114396853872021-11-27T06:46:00.003+08:002021-11-27T06:46:45.692+08:00Unfair<p> Life is not fair.</p><p>I know, from the moment I realize that those evil relatives even has greater power than the good ones - nothing is fair.</p><p>They are blessed with all things good, they might be defeated by nature. Took away some of the precious things their money can buy plus their money cannot buy. But fate is always on their side, force is always on their side. No matter how evil they are they are blessed with abundance. </p><p>Now, come to think of it who in the mighty power blessed these people?</p><p>To think that they are evil by nature, who can blessed them with these power?</p><p>If you go back in history, well their history, they struggle and fought maybe a little bit. I guess they truly used their brains, their filthy plans that spawn out of their shitty brain. <br />The thing is they belittle people, us, others - who dont think alike them.</p><p>I might have the opportunity to use them for my advantage but the timing is not right. Because of their personal issue and belief that they can summon all who are against them they can instantly drop you.</p><p>Hey just want to let you know, you are fucked up. Not now but in the future. Hope not, praying not.</p><p>But the hell do you pray for someone who is so messed up?</p><p>From now on, I do not bow on you , your money, your capacity to give (without me asking) - dont know if its generosity or you also have an agenda.. Hmm..</p><p>Well, thats it. I hope and pray for myself that all is well.</p><p>As for you, good luck to your chosen hell.</p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-65009509319435543322021-04-21T17:00:00.004+08:002021-04-21T17:01:25.874+08:00April 18<p> Delayed again.</p><p><br /></p><p>Tried pt after a week, it looked faint .. The second line, but informed my OB anyway.</p><p>Tried again the next day, it looked dark as black.. OB suggested TVS, so I went for it.</p><p>But nothing was seen.. Yet.</p><p>So after 2 weeks, I'll get another round of TVS plus the blood HCG.</p><p>If incase I'm preggy again, I hope everything will work well for the baby and us.</p><p>I love my baby, Eloise and the one that's coming.</p><p>What I worry most is the event of not knowing whats next - Covid. I just want it to get of my mind.</p><p>And just focus on the baby.</p><p>Lord give me strength, for the gift that I am about to receive.</p><p>What ever happens, I lift it up to you Lord.</p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-26939462662357744412021-03-27T03:50:00.001+08:002021-03-27T03:50:02.391+08:0036<p> Twas my birthday, a couple of hours ago.</p><p><br /></p><p>My little family had a simple celebration. One I was not expecting, thank you to my husband who subtly surprise me with macaroni pasta, choco cake and barbeque.</p><p><br /></p><p>Well, I guess this is what pandemic has taught many of us. To be humble, to live in the moment, to appreciate the beauty of simple life and to not expect more than a healthy family. </p><p><br /></p><p>I thank God, for blessings I dont deserve. I may not have the luxury of billionaires but I have what I needed most, my baby and husband, mom and dad, sisters and cousins, friends and colleagues that are healthy. I have a home to protect us, food to nourish us, electricity to entertain us especially in times like these, water for bathing and even for quick dip in pool with my baby , a job that pays well - that's all essentials that I needed. That's all, nothing more , nothing less.</p><p><br /></p><p>Before pandemic, I have plans for me and my baby and her dad. We are so eager to earn more, live more in terms of travel and more things to acquire, new home, a car and so much things in our heads.</p><p>But all went down the drain when pandemic hits, it's like the world stops all of a sudden. Halting dreams and aspiration. Who knows when we can go back to were we once were, or if things will ever be as good as before again. I realized, the little things we took for granted, like going out with friends without face shields/ masks, watching movies with mom and sis, strolling alone in a mall just buying time.</p><p>Today, in this very moment we are stuck inside our home to prevent acquiring covid. I never imagined we can be captives for more than a year, lucky me I got my baby to keep me busy. But what about others? I myself is bored to death to be honest, I hope atleast I can bring my little one in a coffee shop or someplace to eat, but it's not possible. How we turn our world into a total mess? People selfish and greedy, that's why this happen to us.</p><p><br /></p><p>Well, again atleast I got chu baby <3</p><p>Happy 36!</p><p>xo,</p><p>Fran</p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-46245508492595681542021-03-25T00:03:00.001+08:002021-03-25T00:03:13.761+08:00My Cup of Coffee for Tonight<p>In light of all the issues of the world, I got my family.</p><p>Just want to flex my little fambam , here's the photo of them right at this very moment</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vywc5ZRUe4U/YFtcJtE7JzI/AAAAAAAAC-A/mUgKmHfIZNoVaZi8RwMKOmhaepON2r85QCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="484" height="303" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vywc5ZRUe4U/YFtcJtE7JzI/AAAAAAAAC-A/mUgKmHfIZNoVaZi8RwMKOmhaepON2r85QCLcBGAsYHQ/w209-h303/image.png" width="209" /></a></div><p><br /></p>After our "dad-and-mom" time, Eloise fussed and I just need to cradle her. I love it when I open the curtains at night with a beautiful night view. Everything looks quiet and calm, all the lights from the streets and buildings remind me of "HOPE". That there is a hope for a beautiful tomorrow... We may never be the same as before, going out for coffee or simply window shopping without worries of catching Covid, but atleast in times like these God gave me you my little princess. And ofcourse your papa. I may not be as sweet to him as before my baby was born, my love grows deep and I appreciate him more than ever. <p></p><p>This is my cup of coffee for tonight. Hot Matcha Espresso fusion. Ordered this via grab two consecutive days already ha! </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jtBZyM2B7mk/YFtesCkgfbI/AAAAAAAAC-I/A3X6X12A-Tcpp4BhzdtwQkpVmd19zwuaACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="690" data-original-width="579" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jtBZyM2B7mk/YFtesCkgfbI/AAAAAAAAC-I/A3X6X12A-Tcpp4BhzdtwQkpVmd19zwuaACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="201" /></a></div><br />There is so much in life to be thankful for. So much things that continuously come unexpectedly on a positive way. All these surprises are gift from heavenly Father, I know it deep down.<p></p><p>As I look back, not far from 2021 - year 2019 up to now. A lot has changed, I got evicted from HP my beloved company whom I worked for 5 years but gifted me ample cash to start fresh, I got my condo almost the same time have it interior designed, then my honey flew home just in time for our trip to HK , Macau and Boracay, then we got engaged, then got pregnant, had new work (before hon went home from abroad), had to carry my baby for 9 months and amidst covid my husband and I managed to carry on during my delivery(May 2020) - I gave birth to this beautiful angel of ours who look exactly like her papa, then I resigned and got new work again OMG!!! That was fast good Lord.</p><p>On the side, I also treasure our family outing at Batangas, and all the holidays Christmas and Newyears spent with family (either mama's house, our home or Faye's house), also I have to move out from Brentwood bittersweet cause it's a safe place, a space that I created my own bubble to splurge with my hobby. Well I couldnt discover it if it wasnt for time in HP and staying in Brentwood all by myself. I found me. All the Pizza fridays with my family, oh how I miss the days!!!! CRY CRY CRY.</p><p>Lord, let this pandemic end. I pray to you with all my heart, if these people have to learn from their mistakes please spare us Lord and I pray that they have already realized what they need to understand.</p><p>I myself realized a lot of things, though Im used tobeing alone working at home - this made me realized that there is another side of me that needs award LOL and that is something new to me. I know pretty well how it goes cause I grew up with my mama , but now being a MOM makes sense. All makes sense and it's like Im a different person now with entirely different things to do and suddenly different perspective in life. It's challenging and rewarding at the same time. I love it. It's nice to be mom at 34 :)</p><p><br /></p><p>Lord THANK YOU!!!</p><p>THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING!!!</p><p>I LOVE YOU!!!</p><p>XO,</p><p>Fran <3</p><p><br /><br /></p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-74537184913611774932021-03-24T23:20:00.001+08:002021-03-24T23:20:07.933+08:00I'm Back<p> Today as I sit next to my baby and husband , who are by the way sound asleep, while I sip my fave matcha espresso (grabfood from Starbucks) I contemplate all the good things that poured in my life just recently.</p><p>Well, I'm back. Back in Accenture! It's my second week already of doing technically nothing just CBTs.</p><p>I cant complain, all the horse shit I've been through my past work paid of. Not too early to tell, because honestly I still dont know the weight of work when roll-in next week. To be honest, I was floating for like almost 2 months. I resigned February 15 and was about to start in Accenture in March 1 but it moved until March 15 because of requirements ofcourse my previous manager, the ever notorious one, kept holding on not wanting to release my documents how pathetic! Having said that, I needed reinforcements from my beloved atty. Inshort sinampahan ko sya ng kaso. I have a long list of violations from that witch, and I can send her to jail if pushed. My God how many months of bullying and retarded leadership I kept mum because she's kissing ass to the head of FX! Who will they side, ofcourse the pathetic loser! I've been there so many employees have challenged, questioned her already none won. So pathetic if I speak up, the only way is to fake it until such time I get a new job and move on. Imagine I was tryikng to move on peacefully and she kept on harassing me!! After the legal battles I received no call from the two mongoloids haha kidding. Anyway this is why I dont want to remember them because all the memories kept coming back and even if I tried to make the blog sounds laid back it always boils down to rant. SHE IS MY WORSE NIGHTMARE!</p><p>Going back to "the mood" I just wanted to look back and thank God for the blessings I, my family have received. Eventhough we are in pandemic times, I beleive that God will not make us sick of COVID and other malalang sakit, I just can feel it. He is our rock, our salvation, our love. I can attest of his mercies, because how long have I waited to move out of FX? almost one year already but I havent got any offer. I was pregnant then, when I attend interviews in the morning around BGC area. I was accepting her call outside the building after interviews, I know nang huhuli ang gaga but anyway the hell do I care. And it's always about timing. In God's time.</p><p>Lord thank you, for this new work. I cannot thank you enough, nakapagpahinga ulit ako Feb and March naman haha last time buong March. Sould search March and baby time naman this 2021. All makes sense in God's time. I dont know, but amidst the horror of Covid there's peace in my heart that God is with us all the time, that He shields us from Covid. I pray Lord, that this human mistake will end na. I really hope that my baby will see the world thru my eyes, yung nakaka gala sa labas na wlang kinakatakutan na virus. Love you Lord, thank you always and forever.</p><p><br /></p><p>xo,</p><p>Fran</p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-77930063132495788282021-02-07T20:15:00.001+08:002021-02-07T20:15:32.347+08:00First Sunday<p> First Sunday..</p><p><br /></p><p>This is the first Sunday I feel relieved of not waking up early tomorrow for work.</p><p>I normally log in around 6-6:30 AM cause of Australian time. I am actually flexi, however the monster requires us to login early morning. And she'll start calling up around 8AM to do her sermon of the day. The routine nonsensical litany of incompetent "leader".</p><p><br /></p><p>Moving on. I went to FX in McKinley office around 11AM, by 12 noon we are already in front of the office. I was accompanied by my husband and my daughter. It felt so good that aside from leaving the notorious beehive, when I finally leave the building I was welcomed by my husband and daughter. My baby is in stroller while her dad strolls her around, it was breezy cool that time. A very good day.</p><p><br /></p><p>I could never thank the Lord enough, I know I wished to belong in this company for so long. But somehow we dont fit together as time goes by. It's like I am intentionally doing bad to make her itch. Guilty though, I dont like the words that are coming out of her filthy mouth. She doesnt own me, so please mind your words (I wish I said that). But it doesnt matter, Im free. Last Friday, she still kept on calling me via viber via phone but meh, the hell do I care. I'm out. Stop trying to explain yourself, in the past days before my last days she kept on d</p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-77836543910029636782021-01-13T16:50:00.000+08:002021-01-13T16:50:15.242+08:00Prayer on 13<p> Today I am extra nervous, with the work piling up and everyone from the project needed me to do something about their own issues. No ticket, no prioritization but all escalation with seemingly all are equally important.</p><p><br /></p><p>To think that I need to answer them all at the same time is exhausting. If one is not answered right away, they will escalate to my manager, who is by the way always on their side. I mean I get it we need to face all the challenges and we have to own it, we have to be reliable in helping our counterparts and ofcourse our client. But to think that these people are internal employees too, that are just pushing me to do it for them and my manager doesnt even know what we are doing(she knows by repeatedly asking) but not appreciating it is painful. You know the feeling that the manager swears by the counterpart not you? Who will fight against you? Who will make you look stupid while she get away of her stupidity just because she is a manager and a non technical person (but alots a lot of time questioning even the little bit of details like indentation, codes etc which are time consuming and inefficient?) I wonder how and why she got her award.. Hmm..</p><p><br /></p><p>I am tired. I am fed up. God knows how I love working with SharePoint, especially enjoyed SP install and configure. But I want to have confidence. I'm loosing it slowly and terribly. I think I'm loosing my self confidence because my manager doesnt trust us. She has trust issues.</p><p><br /></p><p>Way before me was 3 employees I believe, who all went in hell with her. They all slowly disappeared and just resigned. I undertstand given how vile the manager is, super micromanage like you have no room for growth because everything is blocked, questioned, degraded, negated, manipulated and unacceptable in her eyes. That's not a challenge for us, dont get me wrong. I have been with so many manager in my 12 years of work but never have I encountered such a menace. No one has ever raised a voice on me, just you. I never trusted you with my work eitherway. So the feeling is mutual, I dont trust you with my career, you are slowly destroying what I built for 12 years with your mediocracy. Whatever you say, that's your opinion it doesnt define me or the first 3 SP Admin/ SP Developers. They are doing fine in their work, we are doing fine until you messed it up. I just pray to God that you already take your senior citizenship and just retire, youre not effective to people. Maybe to your manager, but not us NO.</p><p>You make me sick, my anxiety was triggered because of you. I had cold chills I drag myself in the morning to work cause I know it will be you calling on the phone mercilessly deliver your litany. Who does that? Very naive and unprofessional in "GLOBAL COMPANY" setup. Very cultured Filipino politics type of employee, very much so - you are the epitome of bulok na sistema.</p><p>Im just, frustrated how you treat us. My heart is heavy. I pray to God that today is it. This is it.</p><p>I cannot work with you anymore. My heart and soul says so, I can hear it pounding. Saying STOP. </p><p>I feel caged and helpless. Waiting my life to change once and for all. God Please, HELP ME.</p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-61817359697593489232021-01-06T22:00:00.000+08:002021-01-06T22:00:56.653+08:00My Eloise in December to January<p> I will try my best to tell the stories behind every photo. I just love my baby's face sosososooooo cutie pie pie. So many has chnaged, you have showed new tricks in sleeping, breastfeeding, playing, even sound epeks! HAHA Oh anak I LOVE YOU!!</p><p><br /></p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-10543366970709448892021-01-06T21:36:00.003+08:002021-01-06T21:36:22.926+08:00A Little Bit of Heaven on Earth , T'was a Good Day - First Wednesday of 2021<p> It's the first Wednesday of January 2021, and God has already blessed the day with flying colors.</p><p><br /></p><p>I skipped work today to be with my daughter for one more day before the overhauling/tiring work in Fuji. Not that I complain my work, infact I love my work -it's just that I'm in pain of how I am manipulated and turned to puppet. Well that's a different story. Today I am here to declare God's immeasurable blessing and the perfect timing.</p><p><br /></p><p>Just yesterday, my husband renewed his LTO ID and I was really hoping that Accenture will call. Infact as early as today I am still praying to God, to please spare me from vile leadership in my current work because I cannot take it anymore. My health is suffering, Im streesed always thinking of the worse possible comment a manager could ever say, even if you give your 100% at work nothing is seen worth it (or atleast they say they appreciate it but words and actions speaks louder than one time praise).</p><p>So today I applied for car loan, I was not sure what to get but I passed the requirements anyway in BDO just below our condo. My husband and baby accompanied me they stayed outside patiently waiting for me.</p><p>So I submitted it and the teller said please wait 1-2 days for approval. But I got text message around 3:48PM and I was approved 5PM, just one hour! Iremember we are all lying in the bed, my husband, Franchesca and me about to take our afternoon siesta. Not only that. right after my application was approved I got a call from Accenture for closing interview scheduled tomorrow. I am in awe I could not believe it, I am half the battle , even though it was still a very pleasant surprise. THANK YOU LORD.</p><p>I pray to God to pass the final / closing interview tomorrow with the manager. And the asking will be suffiecient for my family everyday living. Lord , Thank You as ALWAYS. You have given me so much and I feel I am not worthit. With your blessings, I was able to help my love ones. You never give up on me. I know this past year was tough, but you gave so many reasons to still smile and be grateful. Even though there is Covid threat, you still shielded us with your blanket. We've been to hospitals multiple times, starting when I had so many allergies, to when I gave birth, to when Eloise was confined. I was really afraid that we might acquire it, but there is this feeling of relief and confidence that we are protected with your grace. Thank you Lord, thank you for showing us that there is nothing to fear just do your part and all those uncontrollable will be managed by you. And so I lift all my worries to you Lord, and all the blessings you continue to give us.</p><p>You know Lord, that to you I lift my troubles. My fear and sorrows. I know, I feel that the time will come that you will vanish all these in your perfect time. Everytime I had diffuclty with my current manager, I cant breath, my hair fall, I have multiple allergies, I have mild anxiety - I am not tortured of work - Im tortured and torn spiritually , emotionally and it's hard that my peace is forcefully/brutally scratched, raptured, destroyed by someone not related and irrelevant to my life. I believe in challeges but not this type of challenge, to be called minute by minute and as early as 7AM there will be litany. I graduated from my mother and Im not planning to have another round of daily sermon. In the real world setup, where I grew as am IT professional and in a global IT Industry I am treated as professional but not in Fujixerox. It's like a kiss ass movement wehre you are always warned and monitored like youre a criminal or suspicious employee eventhough youre not doing anything. I understand the discrete and confidentiality but not like this, I feel I am in strict supervision and being micromanaged. Why??? Why the hell do you need to micromanage me? OMG. But again I respect our counterparts in Australia, they've been good , eventhough savages I know I will learn something from them and yes I DID. But not with my manager. Tinitira na nya yung pagkatao ko not my work. I suggest, if you hire a professional TRY TO TRUST THEM. If not, escalate and FIRE! Pero hindi magawa, I dont need your mercy - I need to learn and be left alone. YOu can email me but not call minute by minute (callcenter?) and then what? sasabihen you will hire a new SP Admin? Go ahead, as if nanankot mawalan ako ng work. Do you think I will believe that I will loose my job in fujixerox because of your hersay, di ba you agreed I will build but what now? I agreed with them behind my back that I will do so muhc more that I cant even prioritize na kase all are High Priority and you need it right away or else babastusin mo na ako. Why? You've lost so many great employees, SP Admin/Dev. Dont ever think it's because of compesation. It's because of YOU.</p><p><br /></p><p>Anyway Lord, sorry if humahanash nanaman ako sayo. I am just frustrated that afterall that I did I will be harrassed through calls without evidence (email) and violated. I am also nang hihinayang of my work, cause I love the work I do in Fujixerox, it's just the manager I cannot stand. She is over the top annoying, like making things complex, hard just making her self relevant may masabi lng pero she doesnt know a thing - she always ask!! and she would say I challenge you because this is what the upper management will ask you, I DOUBT IT. IT WAS YOU, and WILL ALWAYS BE YOU WHO NEEDS THOSE INFORMATION, TO BUILD YOUR OWN CAREER. Infairness, minsan ka lang nagdefend sa amin. Most of the time sinasalang mo kame sa hot seat, nilaglaglag mo kami. Ikaw na awardan right? I know you have other tasks aside from being our manager, but he(your amo) should ask your tao firts are you really being efficient? effective in manipulating, but not efficient sa tao. I dont want to hate but over my taba body I just cant take it anymore. I can work over hours tirelessly, just dont ever sabbotage my credibility and my personality. Dont feed me with the words from your mouth, dont judge me when you have no evidence, dont accuse me of doing things I dont do. STOP ATTACKING ME. YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO BUILD UP YOUR TEAM! But what you do is put us down ALL THE FCKING TIME.</p><p>Im tired, numb, fedup with your manipulation and micromanagement and nanghihinayang ako sa career ko with Fujixerox. I dont like being dragged down and pushed over or someone telling me what to do like a kid, I am professional you should know and you should trust and believe and atleast have the decency to LISTEN and STOP CONTRA! Like all I can say YES, NO play dumb because you might say so many things that's eating up a lot of time and just so NOT NEEDED or ASKED FOR. Iyo na yang award mo for I dont know what work you did, iyo na yan magaling ka kase mag mando siguro talagang yan ang need nila the one who got away with no idea technically what youre doing but really knows how to MANDO and MANIPULATE the tao. But hear me when I say wlang magtatagal sayo na tao because of that, kung meron man they will talk behind your back because you are so not WORTHY of loyalty. You youreslf have trust issues, FIX IT! OR retire for goodness. ANyway thats for the libre sa starbucks, for pakain, for raffle but please know I dont need it - I prefer respect and trust and a little push from my lead that I can get thru this at the end of the hard days work. Make me feel that I really have a manager who got my back, who supports and LISTENS and UNDERSTANDS. Not the oppostite. I can buy my own SB, Food, appliance - but I cant buy your trust. I cant just kiss ass, because it's not my personality. Im just so tired of YOU. I hope I shall say Goodbye to YOU. I pray, real hard on this. I want peace of mind...</p><p>Lord I am so so sorry, Did I let you down? I pray not. I tried hard to blend in but it's not in my veins.</p><p>I am slowly drifting, fading in the vast sea. I cant see my self growing with Fuji, because of HER.</p><p>I lift to you all my burden, in Jesus name. Amen.</p>Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148032639654815642.post-83452848515130576842020-12-26T00:28:00.003+08:002020-12-26T00:28:55.264+08:00It's Christmas, Where is Everybody?<p> It was pass 7 am when earth quake woke me up. My daughter and husband is in the living room watching Sesame street when I rushed towards them and quickly dress up so we can go down.</p><p>We always go down after earthquake to be safe in aftershock.</p><p>The sun was shining, got the opportunity to bask in it with my daughter. </p><p>Flashback last night during the noche buena, it felt surreal having no family around just the two of us Jose and I eating alone, together. It was unusual to not have exchange gifts, variety of food and noisy family around. But that's our reality now, as we face the most difficult times ( the Covid time). We'd love to cook for family especially Jose, this time it's just us. We shared a two course meal - Seafood Marinara and Lechon (oven baked). We ate before even noche buena cause we are starving we havent had our lunch in 24th of the afternoon. He was busy sending parcels and buying groceries while I was the one who took care of Eloise. </p><p>Baby and I bathe together, I fed her, we watch her favorite Sesame Street for a couple of minutes and we had short session of reading books and then finally I put her to sleep. Normally she sleeps around 8PM but now she can doze off of as early as 5PM. But even my daughter slept early on the 24th, I still waited for like hours before the meal is served. Famish, I savor the flavorful lechon and had 2 full rounds of Marinara haha!</p><p>Before that, we tried to bake ginger bread man. Man was I not ready , I made the design ridiculous - well just because there's no tool like icing to finish it off. But anyway I still "plan" to give it to family haha.</p><p>We'll in bisperas the pasko, hubby and I got cozy andmostly we spend the night together unbothered by the baby who's ofcourse ready to burst anytime. He mustered his strength to massage my legs but actually he still has to finish it of as in now (he's still PS4-ing).</p><p>So in the morning of the 25th, earthquake happened. Same routine, we went down to ease off aftershock then for a couple of mins we went back up again. So we had breakfast with the little one, she ate cerelac rice and soy mixed with Gerber Squash. Sorry anak, we havent had the time to really cook for fresh ulam with soft boild veggies for you, so so guilty anak as of writing this. But anyway, we had our siesta and when we woke up tatay (Jose) needed to go to eastwood to fix his ingrown and to hoard some stuffs for the baby (Chicco Sale). So when tatay left, we went down to the park, we took cuple of photo and videos together. We were there with a mum and like 2 year old boy. So as I stroll my baby, I noticed the surrounding is eerily quiet. I wonder where everyone went. Were they asleep because of last nights noche buena? Are we the only ones in this place, did they had their vacation in their provinces or some place else? I felt alone, though I'm with my daugther. This must be the most silent Christmas afternoon I've ever had. Simple and quite silenced. The place looked deserted and lonely. I thought I heard a Christmas song playing, well it's playing but I cant hear clearly what song it is. </p><p>I guess this emotion came from the fact that we are all alone and somewaht sad of what's happned to us in year 2020. I feel threatened in every move. 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I just finished feeding my baby girl with 3 ounce breast milk which she did not finished because she was too sleepy (due to lack of sleep yesterday).<br />
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Im sneaked out to write this blogged that I might never ever begin in the near future if I wont do it now because you know moms, we are busy with our clingy baby all the time. By the way Franchesca is almost 2 months now she'll be turning 2 months this July 29 and Im wodesring which cake hould we buy this time. When she was 1 month, we bough Tous Les jours white chiffon cake with french macaroons only to dinf out it's a raibow cake that really doesnt taste good for me since it's too blant. Going back this blog is about my personal journey of Eloise's birth cause I dont want to forget it and some of the experiences I had along the way (before and after birth).<br />
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It was Friday noon when I was about to finish work. I am working from home like the rest of the world, yeah it's covid times and we are suppose to work from home to be safe. Even before that day, a bout the entire week I had this feeling that I am about to give birth since I already have inconsistent contractions. I was always talking to my daughter in the womb to stay put until my "sweldo" comes in so that we need not to worry to pay for the bills since I only saved up for normal delivery. And really even normal delivery cost fortune since it's pandemic times I have to pay for extras in the hospitals like the PPE that the doctors and nurses who are attending are going to wear, the covid swab test and all other precautions not to mention the car that we borrow (Kuya Qoaquin ate Mildred's wife who drove us back and forth - whom we are lucky enough to burrow since this pandemic had made them stopped working in GRAB) Going back, I was talking to my child to postpone it until the 30h and good enough my labor really pushed thru on the 29th which is Friday and as we all know if the sahod falls on Weekend and Monday they are going to be paid advance. So I was really so thankful to God and my baby for listening really. So I send the final email to my team mates that I think it's really is time to go to hospital and please pray for me since thats already 5PM (past 3Pm when they normally logged off, it just so happens that I need to do a lot of stuff other than work like admin papers for my maternity leave). On the side note I was really thankful to God and my HR ms Rom because in my company they will advance the 70k PHP from SSS (which will be credited when I passed the requirements with my child's birth certificate, which means I have to give birth first befire I can acquire the money but Fujixerox advanced it so I can use it in Hospital bils - My husband and his brother went to mcKinley to pickup the check prior that week making us at peace again that we have additional money for the hospital bills. Cause really that time we do not know how my birthing is going to end and so I really thought we need to be prepared for the worse.)<br />
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So after I sent the email, it was truly a painful labor that comes gradually like every 15 mins I guess. and prioer to that like thurs I already lost my mucus plug which means anytime that week I might give birth). Dra Dado, my OB replied to get myself in the hospital and we'll meet there. So I took a shower and woke up my sleeping husband told him that we need to go. Things are already prepared, we had our luggaed for an approximately 4-5 days stay in the hospital and we have our IDs ready. Kuya Qoaquin came just in time and we arrived at the hospital like 30 mins that was 5:30 to 6PM if I may recall. So we told kuya to wait if we have to go back home he is just there but if I am about to deliver then he can go home and just wait for our call for the next couple of days to fetch us. So my husband and I went straight to ER ( prior to that in entrance the triage gave us papers checking if we dont have fever, cough etc and also tested our body temperature thats just the way it is now in all establishments starting this pandemic) in ER I saw a father with his new born they were checking the bay while me and my husband were waiting to be accomodated - we sat on the bendh beside the nurse's station in ER. I asked if we need to tell them that I have HMO said no need since they arent going to do anything to me. So I just waited for the nurse to carry me thru wheel chair going to labor room. In labor room I was adviced to chnage to lab gown which was funny because Im too fat to fit my but crack open for the world to see. I was too afraid i might need to walk outside I told them I am going to remove my panty because guess what the Charmee that i bout in Lazda which I already knew wouldnt fit me couse it's size Large (I need XXL) broke it's side sticker. The nurse said it's alright to remove the undies. At first I felt uncomfortable because the niuse was like pushy but later on I felt comfortable with them. I was told to lie down in a room within labor room, they need to do cervical exam to know how much my cervix is dilated, they measured the CM and apparently Im already ikn active labor with 5CM opening. Blood flooded on the bed, nurse said my pain tolerance is strong since I am not reacting when she is inserting her finger. What I thought of that time is let's get it done I want to see my baby! Honestly it's nothing to fuss about I am not hurt or anything I spread like eagle and just want them to make it done. So I was told to lie in bed jut across that room. There where many nurse in the labor room, they handed my stuff to my husband - earings, clothes I was wearing a huge dress we bought in H&M Gateway and my Rosary. I would like my rosary to stay with me during the labor but it has metal on it and we are not allowed to carry anything with metal.<br />
Told my husband that its okay to tell kuya Qoaquin to go home for now because I will deliver the baby today. My husband is a little bit tender that day, he's really tough on me but that day you can really tell from his voice that he is somewhat soft now sure how to to explain but maybe he is worried for our safety - thats on top of contracting COVID in hospital.<br />
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So then I was asked to lie down on delivery bed, across me was a woman also laboring I can tell it from the pain in her face. Mine, I survived basically by proper inhale exhale taught tome by my previous OB and ofcourse from youtubing (other moms advices in Vlogs). I saw tht clock it was 7PM and the nurse said they need to measure again that time Im already 7 CM, By 9PM Im already 10 CM. Ready for "normal delivery" well that was the initial plan.<br />
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When I was in bend during my 7CM, an aneasthesiologist sat beside me I was so realieved that she caress my shoulder and legs she knew I was in pain. she told me about the options like epidural for painless delivery. If I am not mistaken she said thera re types of epidurals, one is injected during labor when the babys head is already seen - eventually the labor pain will help me push the baby since she can see y pain tolerance is high, the other is epidurals will be given to me by shots but I wont feel much of the pain I can relax but the consequence is I might not feel the urge to push and the last one is they will inject the one that will make me as leep - that option I dont like but I did not know I will end up like that haha! So the time has come, my OB is in the house! They asked me if I already had my lunch or dinner told them not - they were ofering me the chicharon and we all luagh because the labor might take long and Im no longer allowed to drink and eat. Lucky enough my contractions are good, OB already gave me shots to have constant contractions. Around 9PM - I saw in clock I was brought to Labor room. Prior to that they injected me the epidurals as ordered by my OB - which was very difficult because I was laboring and the nurse who is strong built man carry me and made me sat in a concave postion so they can inject the epidurals in my back (spine section - but it wont be injected directly to my spine but near it as explained by the dra) a sticker in my back felt cold as it runs thru my entire back - she said it's the medicine. Its cold. After a few minutes it was able to blocke the pain and I was able to relax. I actually had a quick chat with the nurse as i couldnt feel the contractions anymore. So fast forward 9PM - my OB said we need to transfer to Delivery Room. Im already 10 cm when they measured. In Delivery room, it was like in the movie. Two nurses accompanied my delivery while the anesthesiology is on my head section. My OB is sitting on the left doing her social media, aint that cool - I was not woried infact we all laugh in delivery room cause I couldnt push enough I cant feel the urge and they said give it a push like you are having a big poop. But nothing happed, my baby wont come out. My Dra said it could be the cord and she didnt want to stress the baby. I was given an hour to make it but if not they need to ask my husband (which I was not informed that time that they already asked him that they will do a CS). So after an hour of ire ng ire, they put me in Operating Room, that made a lot of difference. They injected simthing that made me halucinate all I rememnred sayingwas " ang sarap sarap matulog, hindi ako nakakatulog buong week" only to know that all thourh out I was talking to Dra hhahahah! while she's doing the CS. anyway it took 3 hours daw to deliver the baby vi CS. And to confirm, it was infact the cords are entangled in my daughters neck, boy and legs. So the safest way out is really via CS - and I am grateful Dra made the decision and not wait for another minute to push via normal delivery cause it might affect my baby's health - I dont want to put my child in danger in any way so no matter how they want to deliver the baby as long as she is safe that is perfectly fine with me.<br />
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So when they are done, a Dr placed my beautiful baby in my chest and immediately Eloise latched! She sucked the milk in my breadt which I know I dont have pa before she was born. But low and behold they already produced milk! Also thankful that my baby knows how to latch, some babies or most of them are taught in the hospital as told by nurse. I was trying to see her face but couldnt because she was leaning down my boobs and I was quite drowsy. Oh I remebered when they moved us from Delivery room to operating room, my husband was there he was swaeting and he just said " Oh galingan mo ha, dito lang ako." was Sweet, DRA DAdo was saying o Kiss na haha Dont like!<br />
So going back in operating room, we were moved to waiting room for some interview stuff before moving us finally in our room that's 105 I think. So my baby is still latched (knowing Eloises now she is really a milk monster, reason why she's really good at latching) There was a lap on our head which was meant to warm her, thats the time I saw her heavenly face but the spotlight is beaming, I tried to squint a couple of times to see her face it was so small good Lord! Finally after questionaing, the boy nurse pushed my bed to room whiile girl nurse was carrying my baby. That time I asked if I am going to be with my daughter, they said yes no more bursery (maybe because of new rules bright by pandemic) But it's on my advantage because I was able to nurse right after birth. I also asked my hsband to do a skin to skin, it was cold in our room but told him to removei stshirt and cary his daughter and it was everything. Going back they knocked in dark room, my husband was dozing off I guess, it's already2 AM in the morning. They said I delivered 11PM on May 29. So that was the first time I though my husband saw our baby, did not know again that he was called by Dra Dado to take a look at the baby right after it was removed from my womb. Dra is really a good dcotor, even my husband couldnt be there in delivery she made sure to take photos and accomodate my husband in showing our child.<br />
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So his face is beaming with light he was all smiles but you could tell from his face he also tired. I am thankful for Jose that he is who he is, I had no problems in the hospital he was the one doing everything even helping me with earing my panties and cleaning the baby's poop.<br />
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So from time to time a nurse knocks on our door to inject, give medicine, food, check for our temperature and such. It felt e were really attended properly and taken care of I love the service - I would cherish those moments for the rest of mylife it was surreal.<br />
Going back I am now carrying my baby and I could see her face in full force, she's a beauty looks like her papa. Atleast that was I saw that time. We ordered mcDo large drinks, fries, spaghetti, burger and nuggets - this was like 9AM (because everything opens late due to COVID). We are not sure about the time cause we cant se the sunshine from our room we just depend on clock. So Iwas ahppy to annpunce my baby to family, I immediately send pictures to ma and sisters and pa while baby and her papa is sleeping in the couch ( me carrying the baby). It was dark, my husband turn the ligths off.<br />
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ll I remember was constant visites of nurses. We also ordered tagalog food all Grab by the way, my husband just gets the food from entrace of the hospital.anyway, It was difficult to get the liquid in my IV injected in my hand it was painful, but it's alrigth I guess it blocks the pain. I was happy that every 2 hours my baby wakes up and feed. it's automatic. My husband also carries her from time to time so so sweet moment and bonding. It was the time were I felt I am so much blessed. Even in pandemic, rather than worrying I embraced the moment of happiness and it's priceless. Also on the next morningwe were visited by doctors, Dr who latched my baby (guy who I only met after giving birth), OB and Pedia. We were adviced by Dra to go home on the 2nd day ( we spent 3 nights in total).<br />
The total of the bill is 130K PHP but most of it were shouldred by HMO and Philheatlh. We only paid like 40K php cash. So maybe I'll insert pics here for your reference. But I really need to get sleep my baby might wake up na!<br />
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Thank you Lord for the gift of Family, my husband and my daughter. Thank you for saving us in COVID and keeping us sane and protecting us from worries and anxiety.<br />
Thank you for embracing us with your unending love this I know for sure, we are safe in your arms. We lift to you Oh Lord our pains and worries. Thank you Lord for my beloved daughter, Eloise. She is the love of our lives (me and Jose) - we kep on saying upto know that she is the very good thing that ever happed to us (Ikaw and pinaka magandang nag yari sa buhay namin).<br />
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SALAMAT LORD.<br />
MAHAL KA NAMIN.Candyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124666839042614260noreply@blogger.com0