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Remember at the end of last year when I mentioned that, there are a ton of changes to happen this year?

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The first of the amazing things to look forward to this year was the birth of our Third child, Cassiopeia. She was born this month, and boy is it amazing to have three children. It’s quite chaotic, and an adjustment on its own. I mean, having one child was an adjustment, then came the second, and that was even more of an adjustment because, the second time around we had a girl. For the last six years, we raised a boy. But we managed. We learned, we conquered, still conquering, and now, I think we’re doing okay raising Artemis who is now a one year old. It’s a lot to be alone with three kids. Getting one child ready for school, and then getting the other two ready to tag along was overwhelming the first time. What I have learned so far is that, there’s absolutely no such thing as being well prepared ahead of time. There’s no such thing as timing specific things so that it works out you’re on time. If J, and I managed to be on time for things with the first two children, having five people in our family definitely means, now, that we’ll be punctual in our definition of time. But the good of all of this is, the moments that make it all worth while. Just like the car ride is filled with laughter in the back seat because, Apollo and Artemis is now sitting beside each other, and the fun is great. I love how Arty constantly kisses her baby sister. Unlimited, slobbery, kisses for Cassi. There’s so much love. My home is filled with so much love, and it’s all I ever wanted. 

On to the next; 

J, recently accepted to team up with an automation company in Michigan, USA. That means, we’re required to move. While we have decided not to move to the USA for the job, because it’s just too much with a newborn, we have decided to relocate near the boarder. That means, Windsor, ON. We actually found a house fifteen minutes outside of Windsor, in Lakeshore, ON. It’s quite a nice place, in a nice neighbourhood, safe for the kids. This means, goodbye Toronto. The home, we grew-up in, the neighbourhood we only know to be home. It’s going to be quite a change. A scary one at that, since we don’t know much about being three and a half hours away. The move is scary, the transition is scary, but nothing is greater than knowing our lives continue to move forward. 

J, and I are goal oriented people. We do our best for our kids, and we work hard as a family. So, this next adventure is definitely one for the books. Now we don’t expect to be gone forever. We don’t expect to be over there forever, but we do expect to make that place our home for the next few years. 

This change is bittersweet. As much as I like to believe being far away is going to strengthen our bonds within our immediate family, it is going to be hard to be away from everyone we know; our family, our friends, our neighbourhood, the things we enjoy within our city, and the things that aK has grown up to know within his surrounding for the last seven years. This move isn’t just going to be a transition for us, but also for the kids, especially aK. aK’s been to two schools in the last three years of his academic life. He’s about to venture into another one, and rebuild again, in terms of his relationships with teachers, and peers. He’ll be leaving his best friend behind, and find a new one over there. I’m certain he’ll be fine, but the soft-heart mommy in me can’t help but worry he may struggle at first. But this is a struggle we’ll all be tackling together, as a family, and that’s all that matters. 

Anyway, this is all the time I have folks. I’ll be sure to update you with more great news soon! 

I’m hungry.

This wont take long.

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We had spent the night sleeping in our bed, alone. We left the kids with the Grandparents in fear we would have to wake them in the middle of the night, to head to the hospital to meet Cassi. It was a long night. We got home around 2:30 in the morning, after almost half an hour of cleaning the snow off the car. The snow storm was happening, we’re heading home in hopes to get some rest before ‘the big push’. J, played some video games for a few hours, and then spent an hour browsing through photographs of Arty on his phone because it was the first time, since she was born to sleep away from us. She had never slept without us before. No one slept that night. Not even the eldest (aK), because, as excited as he was to sleep over at his grandparents (which he’s used to in comparison to his sister), it’s not often or close together in time that he’s used to it. 


The next day has grazed us with it’s aftermath of the storm. It’s past noon, and we’ve finally pulled ourselves out of bed to meet the kids at the grandparents. Oh was it a sweet moment to see the kids, after a night without them. The day had passed, with countless trips to the bathroom, bouncing on the work-out ball, walking aimlessly back-and-forth from the kitchen to the living room, pass the dining room. I’m hoping this baby just slips out because I’m about done waiting. J and I decided we’d sleep over since it was really hard to sleep without the kids. I couldn’t sleep. I had showered after our short trip to Walmart; a trip to help get this baby out. It’s past 2 a.m., J had fallen asleep on the chair waiting on me, to watch Miss Congeniality on Netflix. I sent him to his mom’s room, to sleep with Arty, so she can sleep well that night. I sat up on the rocking chair, hoping to fall asleep with the current show playing. I could feel my eyes slowly closing. It’s past 3 a.m., I’ve turned off all the lights and decided I’d fall asleep on the rocking chair. 


It’s 6:45 a.m., and of course, the washroom calls again. Ooh, there’s some kind of cramping feeling, but a different type of cramping. Ooh, it feels a little more painful, a little more longer than your regular cramping feeling. I think this is it. I had breakfast before we headed to the hospital around 10 a.m. I managed to get J, to shower beforehand. 

This was it!

It took a few before I was able to get a bed, to get examined. But, the pain wasn’t so bad, so it wasn’t that crazy of a wait. 

The doctor came to examine me, of course he had a student doctor with him. HIM. Yes, the doctor was a male, and with him was a male student doctor. As if it wasn’t already uncomfortable being examined. I don’t know about you guys, but I absolutely cannot stand having a male doctor check me internally. It is so uncomfortable for me. He happened to say I was still 3 cm dilated, as I was the day before. Not much has changed. Dr. P., the same doctor that delivered Arty, was the same doctor that would eventually deliver Cassi that night. I was advised, after being checked the second time by Dr. P., that I should walk around for about two and a half hours and return, to see the progression. So off J, and I went. 

Yes, this is J, pretending to be in labour. Of course, he’s making fun of me, from the last time we were in these hallways. I had struggled in pain with Arty for quite a few hours before the nurses decided to admit me. Unfortunately, I didn’t find out until afterwards that it was due to not having any delivery beds available. There were so many women giving birth at the same time, I had to wait for a bed. Yes, imagine the pain! This was J, and I roaming the hallways in the maternity ward. We went off to see ‘Jesus’ by the cafeteria washroom that scared J, when he came out-the last time we were at the hospital. We ate some food, walked around, and ended up back by the examination section of the maternity ward. A new nurse, taking on the shift change decided to examine me again before my advised two hour walk ended. They offered to break my water for me, and help start active labour. Well, the contractions were finally becoming more consistent, and a little more painful than when I first arrived at the hospital. Dr.P., is said to ‘make things happen’. She definitely got the ball rolling. after she checked how far along I was. They were ready to admit me, so they can break my water. I informed them asap, I wanted the epidural, before the pain got unbearable, like it did with Arty. It was a little past 2 p.m., the doctor was just in the delivery room doing a C-section, and he’d be by to give me my needle, right after. 

SCOLIOSIS. It turns out, during the administration of my epidural, that I have scoliosis. It took a lot longer to administer the epidural and to get the needle right where it’s supposed to be. It hurt more this time around, and it was definitely a challenging process both for the doctor and me. I cried, like ugly cry. The snot dripping out of my nose, because I’m crouched down on a pillow, ever so uncomfortably, with only J’s hands to soothe me. I didn’t hate him though. Finally, the needle was in. 

What a relief! From this point on, the story is…birthing a human baby is one of the toughest thing a woman can ever go through. It’s tough on your body, mind, soul. It requires strength that you don’t normally have. It requires, so much love to get through. But worth everything, and then some when it is all finished. 


March 3rd., 7:30 p.m., Cassiopeia Reine was born.
She weighed 6lbs 11oz. 

Beauty!

Crazy Ones.

It’s five past nine. One is asleep, the other terrorizing the living-room. The one terrorizing the living room, seems to be in a phase lately where she’s mad at the world, and everyone else. She babbles, but I have no clue what she’s trying to say. Arty turned one in the beginning of January, is she going through the crazy ones, twos, and threes? She can say no, now. She climbs the couch, and can walk here and there. The crazy thing is, she’s been mad lately. Mad during nap times, mad during feeding time, mad during chillin’ time.. she’s always scratching, whining, and just plain crazy in the last few days. Is it the weather? Is it the Winter Blues?

I’m currently blogging from my kitchen, because Arty is on a crazy frenzy of scratching like a cat. Today she must have scratched me an insanely amount of time that I’ve stopped counting. But anyway, that’s my kitchen, which still smells like fried milkfish, which I had cooked for dinner tonight, with a side of fried eggplant and tomatoes. Typical Filipino dinner tonight. 

I’ll be posting some photos of dishes I’ve cooked recently. Just been too lazy to edit them. 

Anyway, I’m signing off for the night. The hubby is enjoying the movie, “Mama Mia”, I think I’ll join him. 🙂

I missed a couple of days, but I’m here now. 


We had our last ultrasound yesterday to check on the growth of the baby before birth to make sure everything is good to go. Its all waiting time now. We were able to get a proper confirmation (even with the not 100%) of the sex of the baby.

Yes, arriving this March (aaaah, two months away), we are welcoming ‘Cassiopeia (Cassi-o-pe-ia) Reine’! 🙂
In case you still don’t know if thats a boy or girl..IT’S A GIRL!

We are so excited to be welcoming another bundle of joy into our family.

Although it’s been super crazy with being super pregnant, and keeping up with everything else with the kids.. Its a blessing for us to be receiving another baby to help grow our family, and have more fun. 

Life is crazy good like that.

Say too much, but none of it says anything

I don’t know if this is true of all Taurus’ signs, but apparently taurus’ tend to isolate themselves.

I relate to this. I’m not sure if thats due to the way my lifestyle is at the moment, but I find so much truth to that.

When Apollo was born, it was like a hermit was born of me. I didn’t want to be around people. I didn’t want to take Apollo out, afraid of sicknesses, and germs. I hated that other family members, wanted to be selfish about him too–he is MY son. 

J, and I never went out. We didn’t go out with our friends. We didn’t go on dates anymore, and if we did, we went out as a family. I don’t think it was that we didn’t want to go out with our friends because, they visited. I think it was more, we were uncertain if that was an acceptable thing to do even after you have kids. We assume, or at least I did, that your time, becomes dedicated to that little human you made. Everything surrounds his world, and not the other way around. 

Five and a half years later, Artemis came to be. Still we find ourselves, just, US. So much has drifted, and not just time. Friends, people have come, and gone. Even the ones I was so certain would stick it out have selfishly passed. Not everyone can tolerate friends with children, at least not all single people.

Perhaps, it isn’t that I’ve chosen to isolate myself, or that my life changing lifestyle is the reason. Perhaps, I’m just not accepting of people coming, and going. Perhaps, I just don’t want to keep losing people, and having to keep going through the same motion, the same emotion. I’m really not big on the feels. As much as I can share my thoughts through words, it’s as much feelings as I can express.

I’m a romantic, like that. 

TIME, definitely opens up truth in your life- about all aspects, really.

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I understand we all get tired, but there is nothing like parental exhaustion. Am I right or am I right?

A year ago today, I took this of J & Arty sleeping. Their love is so wonderful in all of its ways. Though Arty, and I have a bond that is unique–these two definitely have their own special one. ❤

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