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Our first real summer
This marks the first real summer Angel is with us because unlike last year when he didn't have a care in the world, we have been spending the most of this summer enjoying Angel's emerging personality.
There have been childcare issues which we continue to grapple with but we are confident we will be able to resolve them when my Mom returns -- hopefully soon.
My One Year Old Bundle of Joy
I can't believe that it has been this long since I was last "here" on this site. My last update prior to this was March 10.. and here is my boy all of one year and bursting with the energy of a little toddler. Of course he looks like he's closer to two, and as Alan said, were it not for the fact that he wasn't walking yet and barely had hair, people wouldn't know he was just a year old.
He is now able to communicate better with us and he is forever trying to tell us something with his babbling. I am sure when he starts speaking his first words, he will be talking endlessly. He has also been very clingy, but at the same time, very affectionate and "malambing".
Mother to a 10-month-old
July 2004 Angelo continues to amaze us all as he starts gyrating without any coaxing to any beat he hears. The child is a natural dancer just like his dad and we can all see that this early, he has a good sense of rhythm in his bones. He would playfully smile each time I emerge from the stairwell into our second floor co-op unit, and he would stretch out his arms when I signal him to come forward and dart on all fours to where I am to meet my embrace. When I pull my face to his and while cheek to cheek say "aaaaaahhhhh", he would do the same as if singing with me. Last night I was cradling him on my lap after he let go of my breast after nursing him to sleep. I watched him so peacefully in slumber, and feeling how his body curved to the cavity of my crossed legs when he used to be so tiny and small. In ten months he seems to have grown into a full toddler, not just demonstrating a personality so unique but showing us so many things we are so amazed to see a baby of his age do. At times I cannot believe he's just 10 months old.. it feels so strange that this time last year, I was waddling through the streets of New York heavy with child, battling the many aches and pains of being pregnant. And now here I am, helping to steady his gait as he pulls himself up to a standing position, showing us yes, he can do it!
It's almost midnight and I just finished pumping milk for Angel's breakfast tomorrow. Even if I had just nursed him on one breast, I still managed to produce 6 1/2 ounces of milk. How I envy the women who are part of an e-group I joined who average double that at this same stage -- 9 months. Still, I derive such great pleasure and fulfillment knowing I am still nursing Angel. I intend to keep doing that for the next 3 months until he is a year old. We still cosleep with him and will move him to his crib once we wean him from breastmilk. For now, he and I are inseparable at night. It's becoming more and more difficult to make him wait for me to finish my chores and bedtime routines before we settle down and turn in, but I also enjoy the way he calls me to pick him up so we can start playing. In the mornings, he is my alarm clock, often waking up ahead of Alan and me. I can't tell him enough how much he means to me and how much I have missed him all day. I know he knows.. Motherhood is something I never thought I'd plunge into like I did -- fearlessly and with the intensity of someone hanging on for dear life. (ha!) I used to think of babies as being so fragile that every little tug was life threatening and meant a lifetime injury. Now I encourage those who are afraid to pick Angel up to just go ahead and scoop him up -- as I discovered, he doesn't break that easily. Sure, I hear a little crack sometimes when I pull on his hand, but then he smiles back at me and I know I caused him no pain.
Each passing day sees us discovering something new in each other.. and as mother and son, we continue to grow closer with each discovery we make. We haven't even seen Angel to his first birthday and everybody is already goading us to go for a second.. (ARE THEY KIDDING?!) It might sound selfish but we'd rather pour all our efforts into making sure Angel continue to have a happy life to his adulthood. As I always say, perhaps if I had Angel 10 years ago.. Age has a way of catching up with a woman's reproductive system. After 2 miscarraiges before the miracle that Angel was, I don't think I'd survive another miscarraige after seeing the magic of his smile.
So here you'll find all my thoughts motherhood related. Just thought I'd put it all together in one place and maybe help someone like the many readings I have come across have helped me.
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