Labor Of Love

22nd January 2006 / 13ooh. I could still remember when I screamed “Mommyyyyyyyyyy!” Yes, I was screaming for help. Calling my mother, out loud, it’s time! I didn’t know I was already in labor until I went to the bathroom to pee and saw blood on my undies. That’s when I started screaming to death. Thought I had a miscarriage. Yeah right! Miscarriage on the 40th week bwehehehehe! My mom said have a quick bath. Although I was aware that anytime, I could give birth but not that day. I was actually preparing myself to attend a party heehee! I decided to iron my baby’s stuff along with the party dress that I was supposed to wear that night but… sorry! I did not make it! But I made it to the hospital past 1pm.

It was a sand-stormy freezing weather. Would you believe, I still made it to the main road to wait for a taxi, of course with my mother and husband. We brought my mother here a week before my due date. Rushed to the hospital where I had my prenatal check-ups. Admitted. Checked my contractions. Laid down for 30 minutes only to tell me that I have to move to another Maternity Hospital as they have no available bed. Whatever! So we went there.

Knock! Knock! Anyone? Great! No one was there. We waited. And I saw one lady crying out loud on a wheelchair. I giggled and turned to my mom, I think she’s overacting! Mom said “maghintay ka lang, tawa-tawa ka pa dyan ha!” She was right! As soon as I got admitted, pain started. After 8 hours, I heard the nurse say “she’s still 4cm, it will take time”. I was already crying quietly. Take note it was a dry labor, there was no water bag breaking thing. After an hour, they decided to speed up the pain. I saw them injecting something on my left side, and felt the pain every after 5 minutes interval after that.

At 1am, doctor came. Had an IE, again. I was 9 cm. She told me to push hard if I feel a strong pain. I did! Ummmmmmmm! She said, ok let’s do it. Push hard when I tell you to push…. First push…. Stop! Very good! Second push! Push hard! Don’t stop! Ummmmmmmm! Stop! Whew! I did it! With just 2 good pushes. I gave birth to a baby girl! At exactly 1:24 a.m., 23rd January 2006.

Yes, indeed, it was a labor of love….

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Raising Kids

I am a first time mom. I know it’s not an excuse. But where do I start? And how? My husband and I would always end up arguing for the same issue. How to raise a child? A 15 month old daughter. He is very lenient. I am not. He tolerates her. I do, but not every time.

Yesterday, we saw her eating the foam from our sofa. I punished her by letting her sit in one corner. She did. I didn’t have to say it twice, she understood, with her eyebrows wrinkled. I beat her palm (not so hard, after doing it, I always feel guilty but….), to let her know that what she has done is wrong. But when I do, my husband would always take her side, “she still doesn’t know what she’s doing”. And I would stick to my line “kids are smarter than us, they know exactly what they are doing”. And we’ll go on and on and on…. arguing….
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Chorizo Pulao (Pulav)

Ingredients:

3 cups Basmati rice

1 big Tomato

1 big Onion

1 tsp. Ginger-Garlic paste

6 pcs Cloves

2 pcs Maggi cubes

15 pcs Chorizo (cut into halves)

1 cup Mixed frozen veggies

Salt to taste

Directions:

1. This time, to make sure that the rice does not get over cooked, I half cooked it and set aside while I prepare the rest of the ingredients to make a pulao.

2. Sauteed onion and ginger-garlic paste.

3. Add the chorizo pieces till its own oil comes out.

4. Add the maggi cubes and cloves. Then add the tomatoes, wait till it becomes translucent.

5. Put the mixed veggies. Let it simmer for like 5 minutes.

6. Add the pre-cooked rice. If you think it still bland, add more salt.

7. Cover the pot and let it simmer till the rice gets cooked.

Note : This is my own method of cooking. Couldn’t think of something to cook last night. So, why not make a pulao with chorizo instead of shrimps.

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Raising Kids

I am a first time mom. I know it’s not an excuse. But where do I start? And how? My husband and I would always end up arguing for the same issue. How to raise a child? A 15 month old daughter. He is very lenient. I am not. He tolerates her. I do, but not every time.
Yesterday, we saw her eating the foam from our sofa. I punished her by letting her sit in one corner. She did. I didn’t have to say it twice, she understood, with her eyebrows wrinkled. I beat her palm (not so hard, after doing it, I always feel guilty but….), to let her know that what she has done is wrong. But when I do, my husband would always take her side, “she still doesn’t know what she’s doing”. And I would stick to my line “kids are smarter than us, they know exactly what they are doing”. And we’ll go on and on and on…. arguing….
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