A Filipino American's new life
I don't even know where to begin my story. To say I was unhappy or depressed is an understatement. In January, I gave birth to my baby girl, and what was supposedly a happy moment turned ugly - because I was sadder than I've ever been in my entire life.
How do we actually prepare our food? How do we cook our vegetables, fish and meat? A must read story about the importance of keeping the nutrients of our food, how and what you prepare it with.
Some women at my swimming class told me that I was brave to keep swimming despite being due tomorrow. But I continue to swim and walk because I am hoping to avoid having my delivery medically induced.
While I am excited to see my baby and hold him/her in my arms, my worry now is the pain of giving birth and my capability as a mother. I'm questioning myself. Can I do it? Will I be good enough? I realized that I have not fully accepted motherhood. My mind is still all over the place and I am afraid that I won't be able to perform my duty if I still keep thinking about my career and the things that I still want to do. Since I have been given this opportunity to be a mother, then I think I should be a mother first.
I could not believe my belly has grown so much! It looks like I just swallowed a watermelon! I am now on week 40, and I feel very heavy now. I can barely walk. I am due in 3 days but the midwife told me they will induce me before my due date. I really feel like my belly is like a water balloon and according to whattoexpect.com the size of my belly now is the size of a small pumpkin!
It’s been twenty years already but it still feels just like yesterday. While New Year’s eve used to be an occasion for a fun party, the night of December 31st became instead a moment to remember dad’s death – and to celebrate his life. He only lasted 10 hours after the heart attack began, and his last words were “Into thy hands I commend my spirit." He said he wanted to go home, and at 10pm, he did.
It's been twenty years since my dad passed away on eve of the new millennium. As the years passed by I am gradually losing my memory of him - sometimes I can even barely remember what he looked like unless I look at his old photos. Is this normal? Is it really possible to forget the image of someone as close as your father?Â
She's inarticulate. It was very obvious in her interviews with local television. As we say in my dialect: "di halos maka hilwas, pinugos kaayu ang English." I guarantee you that if she spoke in Bisaya she could've explained herself better.
I did not see any brown skin, Pacific Islanders or Asian staff member at the hospital that we went to on my first appointment with my midwife. Although I already know that this is a heavily white British populated area, I still thought I would see a few Filipino nurses, but there weren't any.
It's pretty hilarious to see that all politicians anywhere in the world they all have the same strategy; it's either holding fish or carrying babies. I notice that the undecided here in the U.K. are pretty much the same in the US. A lot of their concerns stem from being uninformed. In reality their concerns are already addressed in the party manifestos.
Effe moves to the UK 