Back in April, I was almost rushed to the emergency room because I was having extreme stomach pain, was sweating but feeling cold, and was feeling dizzy. It was midnight and I was inside our bathroom calling for my husband to give me water. I was seeing stars already. I didn’t know what to do so I told Josh to get dressed and bring me to the hospital. It was midnight. Noah was at the bathroom door looking confused and scared.
I tried walking to the sofa to rest. Actually, I didn’t remember how I managed to get there or if my husband was assisting me. I sat on the sofa feeling really dizzy, almost crying because I wanted the pain to just go away. I was sweating profusely yet was feeling chilly. Oh God, this was something I didn’t want to feel again but it was happening (it wasn’t the first time). It happened so fast. I was calling on the name of Jesus, praying that He would heal me quick. I remember I was already having a hard time breathing so I laid down on the sofa with the electric fan in my face. Thank God I became okay after some time. I stopped panicking and told my husband that I was feeling better. I needed more water. At this time, Noah was still confused. I don’t how you would call what happened but it’s something I don’t want to happen again. Nahilo lang? Vertigo? I had no idea but I knew something was wrong with me then. Continue reading Healthy Living
Everyone in my generation knows who Martha Stewart is. I’m not really a fan but I’m slowly becoming like her minus her being in prison.
When I say becoming Martha, I’m turning into this very domesticated woman. Although I’ve always been known to become “The Mother” or the “Domestic Goddess”, it’s only now that I am taking this to heart. I always knew that I’d be that stay-at-home wife and mom. I never imagined myself going up the corporate ladder. I guess it’s because I have always admired my mom, The Ultimate Housewife, for me–that I wanted (still want) to be like her. I know I will never be. It’s going to be too difficult to surpass her.
I never imagined it would also be possible. When I left my office job more than five years ago to help a business and do consultancy, I didn’t think it would work. It was a big leap of faith for me. Little did I know that my first few months of “working from home” would be God’s way of preparing me for marriage. During that time, my parents were staying with my sister’s family because Daddy was recuperating from his stroke. My brother and I, together with my grandmother and a 4-year old niece, were left at home. Of course, I had to step up and be “The Man”. Back then I found it too easy because my mom would still be the “General Manager”.
When I got married the next year, I was prepared….a bit. I knew how to clean the whole apartment, wash the dishes, and cook (read: fry eggs and cook rice). Being an architect’s daughter, I was very handy.
It’s only until we moved to our own place early last year that I realized that becoming a Martha isn’t at all easy. It’s only now that I’m realizing that it takes a lot of effort and energy to do all the stuff around the house and not have a maid and a nanny. Only after two months of moving in that I thought the hours I spend doing the household chores could be better spent with my son. We hired a cleaning lady who comes thrice a week. I’m still not prepared to get a stay-in maid because I know it is also a big responsibility. And besides, my husband also works from home so I’d have an extra pair of hands to help with the baby. And yeah, we don’t want other people living at home..at least not yet. Continue reading Becoming Martha
So I’ve been bitten by the blog bug too. It’s time that I do some personal blogging. I was never away from the blogosphere though because I do that for a living. I just lost the desire to announce to the whole world whatever is on my mind. It was a decision for me not to blog after my daddy died. I was grieving. Still am.
But life is beautiful! Still beautiful. A lot has changed since then. Actually, even before that fateful day of September. Many things have happened that led to the way things are now. It was God who orchestrated everything. Amazing.
2010 was quite a challenge. The year ended with me being hurt. Challenged to the core.
2011 was all about family. It was all a out loving, learning, and living on our own. Bittersweet.
2012 is still a work in progress. I’m discovering so many new things. Learning a lot of stuff. God is doing major work in my character too. I can’t wait to share my stories. My faith. My lessons.
I don’t really know what I’m going to do with this website. Gone are the days when I have to worry about PageRank, traffic, backlinks, or AdSense. Doing SEO and Internet Marketing for work and freelance a few years back forced me to “build up” my blog. I had ambitions for my websites..this and several other ones. But I had my hands full. Those are too much work. Really.
I’m blogging again. This will be a personal one. I can’t say this is going to be an online diary because a diary is supposed to be private, right? This will be my website. My blog. Mine. Again.
Will this be a mommy blog? A shopping blog? Faith blog? Rant blog? Or a review blog? I don’t know. Perhaps a combination of all those.
What I can promise you is this: I will be more honest about living this time, less rants. And oh, more posts on being a family woman. That’s majorly who I am today, anyway–a wife and a mother.