another baby

Not for me and Ramil! A friend of mine recently announced that she’s pregnant again. Although it made me reflect on when we’re planning to have another one too, it’s just not for us right now. I’m excited for my friend though. Other friends are planning a baby shower for her and I might be asked for help with the baby shower invitations. They already have a son and they are hoping for a girl. They’ll find out the gender of the baby this week and then we might be able to schedule the baby shower finally.

baby inside baby?!

Despite the enormous number of normal pregnancies that occur year after year, how a fetus develops inside the mother's womb is not as easy as 1-2-3. Sometimes, some quirky thing happens that makes the pregnancy into another level other than what's normal. Unfortunately, some babies are born with congenital defects. If you are fortunate enough, the most out of the ordinary thing that could happen would be multiple births – twins, triplets, etc. Still, having twins can still have other unwanted scenarios like having siamese twins. 
Recently in Chile, another quirky thing has happened. A baby was born with a fetus inside its abdomen! The baby was born with a 10 cm fetus inside him. The doctors successfully took out the fetus. According to the article in New York Post

It had limbs and a partially developed spinal cord but no head and stood no chance of survival, doctors said.

"It's very rare," said Maria Angelica Belmar, head of the hospital's neonatal wing.

"It occurs in only one in every 500,000 live births," she said, adding that the number of cases recorded worldwide was fewer than 90.
The whole thing felt creepy to me at first. For the whole nine months, the mother has a baby inside her and this baby also has another baby inside him. Reminds me of a japanese doll, the wooden kinds of dolls that have several more dolls inside them. It's also amazing at the same time – the things nature comes up with.

thoughts on breasts and other insecurities

There's this widespread notion among males and females alike that big is beautiful when it comes to breasts. I used to share this notion also and considered myself ungifted in this area.  

When I was younger, I went through a phase when I had many physical insecurities. I have to admit that I went through push-up bras and exercises that were said to increase bust size. Of course, it didn't help that media has been promoting the same thing with the proliferation of models with big breasts. It also didn't help that guys I know would openly ogle appreciate big-breasted girls. Not having enough money for expensive push-up bras, I learned to wear clothes that would look flattering on my relatively flat-chested body.

Things changed when I got pregnant though. Knowing that pregnancy brings about an increase in a woman's breast size, I looked forward and waited for it. Sure enough, I grew from a 32A before I got pregnant to a 36C a week after I gave birth. Never did I think that having bigger breasts would be unwelcome on my part. I found myself begrudging the fact that I couldn't wear any of my bras anymore, not to mention some of my blouses that were tight on the chest, and I found myself being thankful that I didn't have big breasts in the first place. I could only imagine my size now if I were a 36C to start with. Hehe!

Apart from this, I grew to view them for what they were really meant for – feeding babies. I realized that they're not built in such a way for men. Where men would discriminate between big and small breasts, babies would not. Big or small, babies love them. Having been successful in my goal of breastfeeding Mateo, I began to feel satisfaction and content. I've gone back down to a 34B since then and yet I don't even mind if I go back to my old size. Throughout the years, I didn't really feel sexy towards men but having Mateo feeding at my breast gives me fulfillment.

I guess being a mother could erase one's insecurities about her body. Right now, I'm still few pounds heavier than my usual weight, with more than a few flabs in my middle section, and a few faint stretchmarks across my hips. And yet I know I am beautiful. Maybe not in the way most people would define beautiful but in my way, yes. I now find myself wanting to exercise not just to have a better-looking body but to have a healthier body.

Having small breasts didn't prevent me from using them the way they are supposed to be used so I'm more than happy with them already. If a few more pounds, flabs, and stretchmarks are the effects and marks of motherhood, I'd gladly and proudly wear them.

slimming down

I still have a few pounds to go before I get back to my pre-pregnancy weight. Around 3-5 pounds to be exact. Considering that it's only been a little over three months since I gave birth, I think I'm doing okay in terms of having my old form back.
I've noticed however, that those 3-5 pounds seem to have all accumulated in my tummy area. I guess this is to be expected since pregnancy fats are also mostly gained in this area. Although I've said to myself that I will do something about this, I can never seem to find the time or the willpower for it. The though of doing crunches or sit-ups in this weather is not very encouraging. So I postpone the idea and tell myself I will work on it when the weather becomes cooler on June. Unfortunately, I have a wedding to go to this May and I plan to look every inch like a sexy mama not some girl who just gave birth.
Though I've always been on the thin side, I guess every girl has this tendency to be a little obsessed with her figure at times. Others would look at some quick solutions, like San Jose liposuction. I truly admire those who have enough willpower and dedication to work-out like crazy to get the body they really want. Looking at my old clothes may give me some energy boost to take this seriously. I know I can do this. Some have shed more pounds than what I need to lose. Some have trimmed more flabs than what I need to shave off. I just need to have more physical activity and to eat more healthy foods.
Okay, I'll say this to myself now. I will lose those extra 3-5 pounds before the wedding which is on May 18. I just have to keep that picture of myself in a pretty halter dress on my mind. I guess I better go start now. 

birth story

caution: a very long read

So I guess most of the people who know that we took childbirth preparation classes would want to hear how it went. Well, it was a relatively easy delivery because it didn’t really take me that long but due to several factors, Ramil and I weren’t able to do Lamaze.

Sunday, 1/14/2007, 7:30 am – As I’ve mentioned in my previous post, I had the bloody show when I woke up. So we walked for 30 minutes in the morning and another 30 minutes in the late afternoon.

Monday, 1/15/2007 1:30 am – I woke up with the desperate urge to go to the bathroom to urinate. However, I haven’t reached the bathroom yet when I felt fluid, which I thought was urine, flowing out of me. A lot more came out when I reached the bathroom. So I washed up, not thinking that my water bag broke already. I went back to bed and after around five minutes, I felt pain in my tummy and lower back. It felt like mild diarrhea and dysmenorrhea at the same time. I decided to just wait it out. Since Ramil was already nervous since I had the bloody show, I opted not to wake him and to just wait until I’m sure that labor is underway already. The contractions were coming regularly so I got up from bed and walked around our living room to hopefully hasten it. I also started monitoring the duration and interval of the contractions. They were lasting for only 20-30 seconds each but they were already around 5 minutes apart! I didn’t know which stage I was in already because they’re supposed to last 45-60 minutes each once they are that close together.

Monday, 1/15/2007, 2:30 am – I finally decided to wake Ramil up and I gave him a narrative of what has happened so far. We decided to just also wait it out. We went back to bed and tried to go back to sleep.

Monday, 1/15/2007, 3:00 am – I would wake up every time a contraction would hit me. They were becoming too painful to ignore. I would find myself making small sounds every time I feel a contraction while Ramil would gently knead my back in an effort to make it more bearable somehow.

Monday, 1/15/2007, 4:00 am – I got up and told Ramil that maybe we should go, although the contractions were only 30 seconds long, they were still 5 minutes apart and they are so much more painful.

Monday, 1/15/2007, 5:00 am – We arrived at the delivery room of St. Luke’s. I was examined and told that I was 3 cm dilated and 70% effaced. I was given a non-stress test and the resident on duty told me that I am to be given an enema and then hooked up to an IV.

Monday, 1/15/2007, 7:00 am – I was still in the delivery room and very frustrated. Because of my change in OB, the residents couldn’t quite seem to understand that Ramil and I are going to do Lamaze. Since I was still 2 weeks away from my due date, my new ob wasn’t able to give me any admitting orders and people seem to be content to just let me lie there and wait for my ob.

Monday, 1/15/2007, 9:30 am – The contractions were so much more painful now, I would find myself moaning and holding on to the hospital bed railings whenever a contraction would come. My new ob finally arrived, did an IE on me, found out I was 4 cm dilated, 80% effaced. She told me she’ll just give a light sedative so I can sleep and deal with the contractions better. I wasn’t really able to tell her we’re still doing Lamaze, I guess it was too easy to just agree with her because my coach (Ramil) wasn’t with me (he wasn’t allowed to go inside the delivery room) to help me cope with the contractions.

Monday, 1/15/2007, 10:30 am – I fell asleep but would wake up from time to time because of very painful contractions.

Monday, 1/15/2007, 1:40 pm – Mateo finally came out. The timeline wasn’t very clear to me, it’s not like there was a clock I can refer to. The pushing was relatively quick but hard. I was given a saddle block, something very similar to an epidural block but give intramuscularly instead of through an epidural catheter. I was given a dose that would let me participate more in the pushing, just enough to help me deal with pain. There was a time during the pushing stage when my ob was telling me not to hold it in, to just push more and I answered by shouting at them ‘masakit nga!’ Hehe! I even had the strength to try to stop one of the nurses from pushing my tummy down. When Mateo came out, he was immediately brought to my chest and upon seeing him, my thoughts were ‘he has Ramil’s mouth’ and ‘why is his hair curly? Ramil and I both don’t have curly hair’. It seems that he doesn’t have curly hair, it was just because of the wetness and all. He was brought to my breasts to suckle and I remember feeling so relieved that we are both ok and fe
eling so happy to finally see him and hold him.

Monday, 1/15/2007, 4:00 pm – I woke up in the recovery room and kept on asking any nurse who would check on me if I could be brought to my room already.

Monday, 1/15/2007, 6:30 pm – I was brought to my room. Ramil and I finally saw each other. I was still a bit groggy from the anesthesia so I immediately fell asleep.

Monday 1/15/2007, 11:00 pm – I was finally allowed to go to the nursery to try to breastfeed Mateo.

Wednesday 1/17/2007, 1:00 pm – I was discharged from St. Luke’s. Ramil and I started our first day as hands-on parents (more on this on another post).

So there, that was how my delivery went. We are very thankful that I was able to do a normal delivery. Good thing also that Mateo decided to come out at 38 weeks. If he stayed inside for another week or two, he might have been too big for me to delivery normally. Although Ramil and I were disappointed that we weren’t able to do Lamaze, we realize that it might have been a blessing in disguise. If we pursued it, maybe, we could have done it also but it might have taken me until Monday night or the whole experience might be too traumatic for me to think about after. We don’t really know but while I was carrying Mateo in my arms when we were going home, it didn’t really matter to me. The delivery is just like how a wedding is to a marriage. The more important thing is what comes after.

Mateo’s friends

Despite our baby being a boy, some people find it appropriate to give him a stuff toy. Mateo now has 3 stuff toys:

Pam-pam the elephant

This cute elephant was given by a student last Christmas season. I initially wanted to name it Pinky the elephant becuase of her pink ears, hands, and feet. Ramil, however, strongly disagreed with the name until we decided on Pam-pam (a name my crazy sister thought of).

Ula the koala

This koala was a pasalubong from the grandpa (my dad) from Australia. He was able to come home last December 31 and one of first things he gave me was this toy – for his first apo.

unnamed bear

This unnamed bear was given by an aunt last Christmas also. Not much personality to the bear, hence the difficulty in naming it.

We haven’t actually bought any toy for Mateo. Whatever toy he has now (he has several rattles), were all given by very generous people in our lives. Ramil and I wants a crib mobile for him though (*hint*) so he has something to look at while lying on his crib the first few months.

bad colds

I have been suffering from colds and cough for about a week now. Bad. My ob was very concerned because she doesn’t want to risk any bacterial infection. During the whole duration of my pregnancy, I’ve had more than 3 occassions where I seem to be developing bad colds. These started at around November of last year when the weather started getting cold. We’ve actually considered getting a humidifier. The weather is getting colder and it’s even wreaking havoc on my skin stretched by pregnancy, making it dry. With the worsening cold, especially in the morning, I’ve found my pregnant tummy getting itchy again.

Nowadays, I wake up with a sore throat, a clogged nose, and an itchy, dry tummy. Thinking that Mateo might not appreciate such conditions, we are thinking of doing something about it. Since a humidifier is not a very popular equipment in a Philippine household, I decided to do a little bit of researching on it. It seems that there are several types of humidifiers. I was able to get very helpful information discussing and comparing different types of humidifiers. According to a site I visited, we can choose to have a whole house humidifier or only a single room humidifier. Since our house is pretty small, I think a single room humidifier would do. Now I just have to check out prices of humidifiers the next time we go malling.

come out, come out

The waiting game is getting too long for me. I am currently on my 38th week and am so eager for Mateo to come out, I don’t even think about the pain I will be feeling during delivery. Unfortunately, my ob, Dra. Olympia, is already scheduled for her eye operation to correct a retinal tear next week. Which means she might not be around when I give birth! I had a check-up (my last with her) last Friday and I brought the pelvimetry result she requested. According to the pelvimetry, the size of my pelvis (or the opening) is below normal but above LOW normal. Still has a good chance for a normal delivery as long as Mateo is not an extra huge baby! After explaining the results to me, she wrote the referral letter to her reliever and Ramil and I proceeded to Dra. Cathy Lim.

My new ob is also great. She’s younger, explains things a lot also, and does a painless IE. She also happens to be Tintin Bersola’s ob which prompted my mom to comment that she might be an expensive doctor, haha! According to her my cervix is still closed (to my disappointment) and I might definitely be back for another check-up after a week. After the check-up she informed me that I might experience a bit of bleeding for the next two days because of the IE she just did. Also, after numerous free check-ups we’ve had with Dra. Olympia, Ramil and I finally had to pay for one. Hehe!

I had no bleeding last Friday, no bleeding yesterday, and then when I woke up this morning I discovered a brownish-reddish streaks on my underwear upon urinating! Of course, I was excited but confused at the same time. Is this it, the ‘bloody show’ that precedes labor? According to What to Expect When You’re Expecting:
“This show usually means labor will start within 24 hours – but it could be as much as several days away.”
Ha! Very helpful! I already know that I can give birth anytime, thank you! So the waiting game is still on. After discovering the ‘show’ I urged Ramil to walk with me around our subdivision, in the hopes of getting those foolproof-labor-is-starting contractions. We walked for 30 minutes…nothing but the feeling of heaviness. I don’t know who is more makulit, Mateo or me.

on parenting

I took a leave today from my maternity leave to conduct PCTC (Parent-Child-Teacher Conference) with my former TIC class. PCTC’s have always been somewhat of a dreaded thing for me and my co-teachers. We always get all sorts of parents. Good thing though that my class’ parents are mostly nice parents. Not to mention that they feel obliged to be nicer to a very pregnant teacher, hehe!

My experiences so far with different kinds of parents has brought confusion as to how parenting should be. We discovered that we have good kids with crappy parents, makes one wonder how such parents could raise such great kids. There’s also another side to this coin: crappy kids with great parents, makes one wonder why such kids turned out to be lacking when they have great people for parents. Makes me wonder what kind of parents we will be like and the kind of kids we are going to have.

dry run

I have been officially on maternity leave since this Monday. Which actually means I’ve been home alone also for most of the week. With no one to talk to, I found myself thinking about how it would be like if I am able to push through with my plans to be a stay-at-home mom. Since Ramil and I are living on our own (with no househelp!) and our families a far 1-2 hour drive away, our home situation has been a constant inquiry from other people aware of our situation.

I originally planned to work until contractions start coming. Since Ramil and I work together, it sounded more sensible to continue going to work rather than being alone at home. However, I overestimated myself as a teacher or rather I underestimated the work of a teacher. I found myself very stressed during the latter months of ’06. The physical demands of a teacher was nothing to me but the emotional and mental demands were another thing. I found myself being so stressed because I had so much work I wanted to do, both at home and in school, that I couldn’t seem to do. I wasn’t as fast and as sharp I guess because my body and mind were too preoccupied with the pregnancy. So by December ’06, I finally told our Center Director that I wanted to take my leave by January. So now Ramil’s cellphone is his constant companion even while conducting a class, hehe!

Whenever people ask me what our plans are when the baby comes, I always tell them that after giving birth, we plan to spend 2 weeks in my parents’ house in Quezon City and then we are going back to our place in Taytay. They would usually ask me who will be staying with me and the baby. I always get an open-eyed look whenever I tell them that we don’t plan to get any help (and a lot of unsolicited insights/advice that it will be difficult not to have anyone with me). Very encouraging! I realize how big an adjustment it would be but I’ve always been the type who likes to try out things for myself first. Both future lolas are almost insisting that it is NOT so okay to be left at home with just the baby with me. I think they are just trying to brainwash us into moving back to QC, sometimes telling us outright to move in back with them, ha! I always tell my mama that I would ask for help if somewhere along the way, I feel the need to.

So the past few days have been a trial period for me, a dry run. I would spend the day doing household chores: doing the laundry, cleaning the house, cooking, etc. I would also walk around the subdivision for around 30 minutes after Ramil leaves for work. I am also able to find nap time (1-2 hours) during the day. I still find myself physically tired but relaxed, emotionally and mentally. And I now feel optimistic about being a stay-at-home mom. I know a baby takes up a lot of time but if I enjoy being a wife-at-home surely, it would be more enjoyable having Mateo with me.