Here is my check list for our events that we will have this coming December.
After 8 hours of laboring, she’s finally out of my womb. How perfectly amazing hearing the sounds of her first cry, a priceless glimpsed of her first smile and a wonderful sense of her first touch. It’s my first born child. I can’t help but cry, tears of overwhelming joy I guess. Continue reading “A SPECIAL KIND OF GIFT”
She’s already 30 weeks and 3 days in this video and photo slides. Baboy (Aj ) and I went to SM San Lazaro just to have an 4D Ultrasound, their clinic named face2face.
Our baby are busy sleeping, and it’s quite so hard to see her full face because sometimes she’s hiding on my placenta or else her little feet and hands keeps on covering her face but at least she’s really moving lively. http://www.world4art.com/orkut-smileys/flash-smileys/30.swf
Can’t wait to have you here baby. Be strong, we can do this.
The first Ultrasound. Our baby is only 2 months old in this picture. Baboy (Aj ) and I wanted to sure if our baby’s there. Beside the last time I’ve checked up with my OB-gyne, we didn’t hear her heart rate but we’ve heard some faint. So we really decided to have an ultrasound to hear her fetal heart rate and just to make sure that our baby is fine.
She’s almost 5 months here. The OB says, a possibility that our baby is a girl. The very first time that I saw our baby moving and kinda eating. I am overwhelmed seeing our baby movements and what she’s doing inside my womb. This picture are only 3D but we’ve planned to go back again for 4D.
We went to face2face again for 4D Ultrasound. Baboy (Aj ) and I really planned to go back there just to get the golden package, it includes more scanned pictures, a CD with all save 4D pictures, and a DVD too.
And finally confirmed that our baby is a Girl. Now, we’re both thinking for her soon name. She’s already 30 weeks and 3 days (7 months) in these picture.
But before we got her perfect scan of her face, The first visit we had are busted, because she is sleeping and hiding to my placenta, so the OB says maybe I need to walk or eat or drink some water, and so I did. But still she’s really hiding, her feet and hand keeps on covering her face. The OB re-scheduled me again so maybe we can have more clear scan pictures.
Then, after one day we’re back. But then again, our baby still busy sleeping and hiding again. So we decided to walked for a moment and back to their clinic. And at last, we are done. We gathered more clear pictures and videos that she had movements like yawning or kinda eating and a lot of more.
We are so happy and blessed that God given her to us. So I thank him so much and I’ll promise I’ll do my very best for our baby. We love her so much. I can’t wait to see and touch her. I also wanted to hug and give her a kiss.
We bought this baby martin diaper bag on Online Shopping via Multiply, shop named Brussel Sprouts. I love all their stuff, a lot of fascinating things especially for babies. There’s a lot of Online shopping that I adored too, such as Indigo, Agoo, Anjela Moira and many more. Actually before I have these bag, I really insisted Baboy (Aj ) to buy this but he always throw a naughty smile, Grrrrr…!! But at least I make him bought it ahihi, thank you baboy. mwah!http://www.world4art.com/orkut-smileys/flash-smileys/03.swf
One of the baby dress and socks we bought at SM Department.
Of course a lot of pink hahaha. We didn’t buy so many dress for her coz it might be a bit of waste besides she will grow so fast, (that’s what mamu and mama too (Baboy’s mom) saids hehe.
So next time if our baby is already here, we will buy her more so at least we know her exact sizes.
Our baby cribs. Baboy (Aj ) bought it for our little princess.
We also buy the comforter and pillows for her crib, a cutie piglet designs.
Ooohh.. what a great story, actually when i read the first line of this story, i always asked myself, “what the heck is SHMILY?!” then when I’m done reading about this shmily story, it was sighed, sad to say there’s always a sad moments in the story but i really appreciate the whole story and behind the word of SHMILY.
Read it now and ready to inspire about their stories.
My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word “shmily” in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving “shmily” around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.
They dragged “shmily” with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. “Shmily”was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave “shmily” on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places “shmily” would pop up. Little notes with “shmily” scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. “Shmily” was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents’ house as the furniture.
It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents’ game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents’ relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky experience.
Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other’s sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew “how to pick ‘em.”Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.
But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents’ life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.
Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather’s steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened.Grandma was gone.
“Shmily.” It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother’s funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother’s casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby.Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn’t begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.
S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.
“You will keep in perfect peace, him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you. Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord, the Lord ,is the Rock eternal.” (Isiah 26:3)
Have you ever dream or thought on how old are you in becoming a mother and bearing a baby? Me? Maybe yes or maybe no, but one thing I am sure it’s a full of responsibility, though love too. I am about to become 24 at age when I’ve found out that I’ll becoming a ‘Mom’ or ‘Ina’, a not yet married, not even engage. Yes, you heard me but I think we’re both ready; the obligations, consequences and settlement. Continue reading “A BLESSING IN DISGUISE”