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When I got pregnant, my blood sugar went heaps and heaps crazy than the usual. I won't give you the stats but it was JUST crazy. So crazy that my MDs put me on insulin to ensure my safety and my baby's. The thought of poking needles into my own flesh throughout my pregnancy made being scared stiff crazy in a horror house a speck of a sand in an ocean of diamonds. And it was not even about the needles and stuff, the whole thing was about how to keep your retarded hormones at bay when pregnancy in itself is diabetical. To keep them all normal, insulin was just one, stress management is another, and the biggest chunk of the challenge is FOOD. Since I work for the Jesuits, my job often times bring me to DV Soria. With a very delicate pregnancy to note for the whole nine months, every bit of food that got into my mouth was calculated and well-thought-out. How did I survive DV Soria? The first intelligent move was to delete the following from the list:         1. Jol...

My 11-month old baby has been exclusively breastfed until a few weeks ago. Shame I got so busy and stressed out I could not cram in expressing milk into my toxic schedule. My milk supply has gotten so low ( no worries, I will re-lactate this summer and be back to exclusive breastfeeding). While I do this blog, he is sleeping soundly next to me. At times, he would whimper his cutest little cry and I would jump into his side and shower him with kisses to make him go back to sleep. And just a moment ago, when he cried, I offered him a bottle of expressed breast milk, to my surprise, he shoved it away from his face and fumbled for my breast. I tried to give him the bottle again and again and, well, well, no avail. I got the message. NO BOTTLES PLEASE, mom!

For the whole Holy Week, I am here at my parents' house with my baby. Some people would go to places to chill and relax. They would do panaad , or whatever it is that de-stresses them; to be able to reflect and deflect from the daily stresses in life. Me, I simply hit my parents' house. I do this on long weekends; or just as often as  I can. It is always a vacation mode here. My parents's house is big, its windy, and gosh, there is a flood-ful of food: fruits, vegetables; fresh fish; biscuits, etc. My mother has this bad habit of cooking for 20 people; though our headcount stops at 4. My sister who is based in Singapore and has just gotten married, is also here with her infant. She is here on a whole month pit stop before settling with her hubby in the UK for good. So the house smells of baby wash, fresh diapers, and is noised by the beautiful suckling sound of breastfed babies. It feels wonderful looking at my parents "taking care" of the babies. My father wo...

Hi. I am starting to get the hang of this. Gotta start loving it! WEEEE!!! Wait for me, world!