But here’s the thing. Letting my mom handle my responsibility in taking care of my son made me feel guilty. She already sacrificed a lot since I gave birth and taking her time away to do the things she loves away from her again didn’t sit well with me. I knew that I needed to find a nanny whatever it takes. Don’t get me wrong. My family has been very helpful in my situation as a solo parent. But I know that they also have things they want to pursue, responsibilities and obligations to take care of, lives to live.
Z just turned 6. And in the 6 years, we’ve had 6 nannies in a span of 3 cumulative years. Not as many as the others, that’s for sure. I’ve heard others had around 9 in a year! For the 3 years that we didn’t have one, it was my mom and my sister who took the responsibility of taking care of my son.
It’s been a long while since I really posted in this blog. Stories about my journey to motherhood and Z’s journey to development. If you go back a few posts back, I wrote about being a long-distance momma. Well, that was the reason for the very few posts. I’m hoping that that would change soon. Z is back with me in the big metro since I was able to get a new nanny. She’s only been with us for about a couple of weeks but I am hoping that she’s here to stay for a bit longer. I’ll probably talk […]
2018, just like any other year, was another challenging year. But if there’s one thing that I really learned this year, it was to find something to be grateful for despite the outcome of the day. It doesn’t have to be something big, you know. It could be as simple as being able to smell the coffee when you wake up. Or even being grateful for getting the chores done.
I now have a great appreciation of what OFW mommas sacrifice for their families. It is not easy being away from your kids, no matter the distance. There’s this constant worry, the constant fear, the constant loneliness.
The year started a little bit crazier than I expected. I actually haven’t anticipated the turn of events that happened this year. But such is life, you know. It is filled with twists and turns and we never really see them coming.
I miss this blog. I haven’t been blogging for quite a while now because of all the millions of things I have to do. Whenever I get to find a time to sit down and start writing, I see something that needs to be done immediately. So the blog takes the backseat again. My list of pending posts is growing longer and as much as I want to publish it all, the functioning braincells left after a long day clamors for sleep. I’m already feeling it. I’m burned out. I need a vacation. I need rest. I need a new […]
Goodness! I haven’t posted a single blog for the past couple of weeks now. I really miss it. It has been a very busy month at work and it has eatig more of my time than I have anticipated. Hoping to be able to get a few pending posts up within the week though. Hang on, my readers and followers (if there are any). I have a few reviews coming up. Plus a lot more stories to tell. I just need to get through these couple more weeks alive. 😊
So I went back to the doctor today. But before the consultation, I dropped by Radiology to get my X-ray results as it was the point of the follow up check up anyway.
I handed my claim stub and was told to sit and wait. After a couple of minutes, I was handed a small brown envelope with the printed report from Radiology and a CD.
Whenever our kids get sick, we always wish to take the sickness from them so they won’t suffer. Am I right? However, when we get sick, it becomes depressing because we can’t do anything. I mean, we, moms, also need to rest. And sometimes, getting sick is our body letting us know that we need to rest, too. But what if we get sick with our kids at the same time?