I just wanted to share a great experience I had with SM Tickets / SM Arena. As I had mentioned in my previous pos t, I was not looking forward to celebrating my 30th Birthday. J, with much struggle , tried to find me other gifts, but I persuaded him to just get me the cheapest Aerosmith tickets available. I mean, what were the chances that Aerosmith was coming the eve of my birthday? They MUST be meant for me! The cheapest tickets were quite expensive at P2,600 each, considering they were GA, and he offered to buy more expensive ones. I didn't think it was practical though, since we had just paid a lot of money for tuitions in Woodrose and Zobel. So he bought the GA tickets at Southmall, handed them over to me, and that was that. And then, I lost the tickets. That night, I was using a Cambridge satchel bag. I placed the tickets on the front pocket as soon as J handed it over to me. By the next day, the tickets had gone missing. Everything was inside the bag -- except the ...
Not sure if it was memory gap, but I don't remember breastfeeding being so hard! I only breastfed (mixed with formula) on my 1st pregnancy. With my 2nd, only for a week or so, because I couldn't take the pain of both the ceasarian delivery with the pain of breastfeeding (oh, you weakling!) With my 3rd pregnancy, because Kat passed away, I pumped every 3 hours. But breastfeeding with Elena? Oh, that takes the cake. I think I can say it now, with utmost honesty, as Elena is already 3 months old - that 1st month was incredibly grueling. Physically, it was so painful! I'm glad I put lanolin on my nipples for a month before delivery - otherwise, it might have been much much worse! I felt like my nipples were on fire! I didn't expect it to feel that way, I only expected the pain of engorgement, which I experienced anyways already. However direct feeding without any bottle to save me was harder than I thought! You know how they say that baby feeds every 3 hours? And some s...
Transferred from Tumblr. — A few days after we buried Kat, I learned of a family who lost their 7 year old son to dengue. I added the father, Julian, in facebook, and he shared a poem that a friend shared to him. When I lose a little faith, I read the poem, and somehow I feel better, and accept God’s plan for our family. The original version was prepared for a male child, this was edited for those who lost their daughters. A Child Of Mine by Edgar Albert Guest This poem partially inspired my daughter's marker. I will lend you, for a little time, A child of mine, He said. For you to love the while she lives, And mourn for when she’s dead. It may be six or seven years, Or twenty-two or three. But will you, till I call her back, Take care of her for Me? She’ll bring her charms to gladden you, And should her stay be brief. You’ll have her lovely memories, As solace for your grief. I cannot promise she will stay, Since all from earth return. But there are lessons taught ...
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