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!

11 Days to go.

Hii 🙋 !!

I know, where in the world have I been?
Well.. it went from the food poisoning, to the kids just being sick, on and off. Its been crazy busy with getting bigger and bigger, and being closer to Cassiopeia arriving. I’m sorry I’ve been MIA. You’ll also have to forgive me for my soon-to-be expected inconsistency, once the baby gets here.

Don’t worry I’ll have newborn photos for you guys, soon as she gets here and I find time between the three kids and home.

I’ve got plenty of news in the next couple of months so stay tuned and please be patient with me.

Thank you for your messages and love. I appreciate all the updates and hello’s. I do read them and try to respond when I can.❤

In a funk.

I haven’t been able to blog the way I want to, because I seem to be in a funk.
The days of Cassiopeia’s arrival is coming very close (37 days to go), and I guess my body is just preparing for it. Thus, I’ve been feeling a lot of things lately. One with aches, two sleeplessness, and three, just exhaustion from my daily grind. 

I got braxton hicks the other night, it was a lot more painful that i’ve ever gotten them before. With aK & Arty, they didn’t really interfere with what I had to do physically. This time around, I had to literally lay down. I just wanted to crawl into a ball, and squeeze my stomach. It hurt so much, I literally fell asleep. 

I know I’ve said a few times in my previous posts, but I’m literally starting to get really tired, I just don’t want to mommy from now until I give birth to this baby. It’s so hard to get through the day with all that I have to get through, and be eight months pregnant. It’s crazy. But, I’ve got a month and a bit left. I’m just going to have to push through this. 

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.

Even at seven and a half months, I still get blown away that I’m pregnant. But its becoming more real, the harder time I have with trying to keep up with Arty who just turned one. But its definitely exciting to be meeting this little bundle soon.

7.5 // sad post

I spent all day yesterday feeling like crap. The way the baby is positioned may be causing me to feel nauseated. My body is in all sorts of pain, and my bladder has no plug (its like a free-running stream). I’ve finally reached the pregnancy-insomnia stage, and im not sleeping.

Im a walking zombie. The weight of this baby, for little tiny, me..is literally giving me pain. I dont recall arty being this heavy. But its wearin me out.

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

Artemis’ First Birthday


Artemis turned one on Friday. We had a small birthday party for her Saturday.

In the Filipino culture, we tend to celebrate every birthdays with a huge gathering. This is because, most filipino families consist of at least 30 people. My family + J’s family = renting a hall, ordering crazy amounts of food, and having a head big enough to get through all the preparation, and executions. 

With being seven and a half months, I couldn’t even get through thinking about what the menu would be, so I thought, a dinner with the Godparents would be a low-key idea. But then, you can’t hurt the Grandparents feelings, so we had to consider them, along with the siblings. Well I gave up quickly and opted for a party at the Grandparents, with a couple of the Godparents that could make it, and some friends. It was good enough. Arty was happy!

//Did I tell you? Monday evenings are awesome? J, is only gone till 945am, which means the rest of the Monday’s to do stuff. Thus, I am blogging at 630, while aK eats dinner beside me. Yes, he’s wondering what I’m doing, and how I can type without looking at the keyboard. Where is the words flowing from?

I’m about to enjoy Tuesday – Friday Mornings, if J, goes with the idea of dropping aK to school. I probably just jinxed it. *(insert fail emoticon here)*

Maria’s Frenched.toast

It’s a great idea!!

I recall buying a fresh bag of icing sugar and I had yet to figure out what I’d need it for. Tonight is unconventional- dinner, which means I’m not up for cooking crazy meals, and we’re having breakfast instead.

What’s a little naughtiness, and an awesome way to celebrate the holiday break, than some yummy, goodness, Nutella, Peanut Butter, Bannana French toast?!

Ingredients: (3 servings)

½ tspn vanilla extract
½ tspn cinnamon
¼ cup of milk
6 eggs
1 banana
Nutella
Peanut Butter
Unsalted Butter (for pan and topper)
Icing sugar
Maple syrup

So much goodness.

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