A Filipino American's new life
“In the end, you always go back to the people that were there in the beginning.” “Sometimes, even when you’re having a good time, you can’t help but stop and think about how much you enjoy the time with your friends.”
So, here we are; she got a doll in a buggy. She said, “Nanay, I want to take the baby for a walk” but she let go of the buggy with the doll in prompting it to roll down the hill.
Should I be surprised, be upset or just ignore the changes? Perplexed as I was I knew I did not want to go down the road to destruction.
Am I trapped in a world of in between? Who am I really?' I still say I am more like an American but then again I am not there, I do not live there anymore, and for some reason I cannot be like an American here in England just because... so, maybe I am an in between? Or maybe hybrid of the two?
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.
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.
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!
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.
I did it! I was 7 seven months pregnant and I went all the way to the top of the Spinnaker Tower. By the time I got to the Sky Garden I was already panting after climbing 30 steps from deck 2.
I was craving Filipino food, but then I realized that the food that I used to take for granted in California now suddenly became very essential in my daily diet. In the weeks that followed, the euphoria wears off and I was a bit nostalgic about my life in the US.
Effe moves to the UK 