I’ve read the story of The Lion and the Dolphin to my Little Man months ago. I could not relate it to any real life situation thus banked it instead. Recently, though, the husband and this wife had a misunderstanding. And then she remembered the story of the Lion and the Dolphin.
I may say my husband and I were able to raise our boys pretty well. They are kind, considerate, and polite. We do not spoil them with material things as for one, we aren’t able. We shower them with love and attention instead. We give them the gift of education and support their quest for learning. We provide books they would want to read and enroll them in sports and activities they see themselves excelling. We also often remind them that we aren’t rich and we simply cannot give them everything they desire. But we could help them be successful individuals so they could provide for themselves when the time comes. They seem okay and contented.
Not until we failed in one factor.
We let my mother be a grandmother to them.
Finally, I have seen Wonder Woman. Sadly, I wasn’t impressed. The flick showed an innocent beauty who believed the war would end if she’s able to defeat Ares, the God of war. Her stunning beauty and disarming warmth, though, made it impossible not to love her. Yes, I could forgive Gal Gadot, but not the scriptwriter’s fancy storytelling.
Who will I be if I stay
Anyway, her mother did not allow her to leave their sheltered island paradise at first, thus the question –
And it was when Diana left the island of Themyscira that she learned of her destiny.
Behind a successful woman is a tribe of other successful women, who have her back.
Again, this proves me right.
I finally gave birth to our fifth boy through Cesarean Section last July 19. And though we’ve anticipated his coming, we were somehow left off guard about his unusual arrival.
A mother’s advice
Last Tuesday, July 18, I visited my OB Gyne for my hopefully last pre-natal check-up. As per our last conversation a week after that, she advised that we will wait until my 42nd week to induce labor. I gave birth to my four other boys via normal delivery so we were hoping for the same procedure with my fifth. To make sure we are on the right track, she requested that I undergo an ultrasound to check on the baby’s weight among other things.
Upon seeing the results of my ultrasound, she suggested that we do it via Cesarean Section as the baby’s weight is way too big for a normal delivery. I might experience rapture if we still opt for the original plan. Likewise, it may jeopardize my and the baby’s health and well-being.
I am grateful that I was given the chance to be a mother to an infant the fourth time. With my first three boys, I depended on my yaya to look after them. Though I’ve given my best to be a mother, I know there were many things I wasn’t able to give them still – time included.
With our fourth son, I resigned from work to be a full-time mom. And I discovered that motherhood is beyond food preparation, disciplining, and helping with the assignment.
Motherhood is about nurturing your children, listening to your instinct, and acting with love.
Finally, we’re home!
Just came from our almost five-day hospital confinement. And with us is our latest bundle of joy I fondly call SumoSam. He is such a big baby weighing almost nine pounds. His four other brothers all weighed about 6 pounds at birth.
It was husband and our Little Man who watched over me and SumoSam. Our set up was kinda difficult as we need to look after two babies at the hospital, but then we were able to manage. Thankfully, there are diners and convenient stores nearby the hospital to supply us with our immediate needs, food included.
I am in a state of sudden depression, surrounding my thoughts with discontent and sadness.
This mother assumed it would be over last week but the uneasiness keeps haunting me until now. I stress myself too much over some work-related issues that they nag me even in my sleep and is still nagging me now.
husband bringing sunshine to gloomy days
I could not tell husband nor my kids the thing that doomed me last week and that is still pressing me down. I keep everything to myself and let this hurting feeling enslaves me completely. To free myself from this slavery, I did a lot of cleaning in the house. One late evening while I was washing the plates and pots, husband uttered the most comforting words ever —
“You’ve done too much for the day. Please, take a rest and leave what’s left to me.” I felt appreciated and loved.
Playing is an occupation to almost any child. And sometimes for any average tyke, it is far more important than eating or sleeping. My boys, for instance, would play for long hours and just get something to nibble if feeling hungry then go back to again- playing. If before I looked at playing as a way to waste time, having my own kids taught me that playing has valued lessons to impart as well.
Got so many drafts and saw this entry. This was written last January 16, 2013 when my Firstborn was just 10 years old. Now, he is such a grown up man. But he still possesses that same responsible and helpful characteristics. I guess this post deserves a space here.
My firstborn son is now 10 years old. He still plays Ninjago and Hot Wheels. He enjoys Play Station and Timezone. My son enjoys anything that spells F U N !
And I never thought he could be very considerate and selfless. Bad mama.
I am on my 39th weeks of pregnancy. My OB Gyne mentioned that anytime within the week, I may give birth. I’ve been experiencing contractions starting end of June so I also believe that my due date is nearing.
As I have been told, labor progresses when I experience stronger and frequent contractions until my cervix fully dilates at 10 cm. From my last internal examination, I was one cm dilated. To help soften my cervix, I was advised to take evening primrose three times a day until my delivery date.