Christmas Break!

Yes, it is our Christmas break! (starts next monday)
I am not actually looking forward for it for any other reason but because I really wanted to rest. This semester has been very tiring for me. I almost want to burst in tears since I can't do all the things I need to do. There's so much to do, but I am always out of time (and sleepless...)! There are so much responsibilities and I am doing my best to cope up with it (...I know I can do more or better than that...). My anxiety level increases everyday!
Sometimes, all I want to do is do nothing....just nothing, because I am really tired of everything. But again, if I will think of what or where I am right now- I always say to myself “this is the last semester, few months left, sacrifice!"
I admit that my performances in school isn't that good, some of my grades are just ranging in average level....which I am not used to. I saw my grades today in two subjects and I was quite unsatisfied. I got 85 and 86. My goal this midterm is to get better grades and I hope I can manage my time very well in the coming days after this holiday season. Although, our schedule for next year would really be hectic (as expected) I am preparing myself as much as I can for me to be able to manage everything as planned.
For now, I will grab the opportunity to have adequate rest and sleep whenever I can. I got two weeks to enjoy bonding with my kids and I will make the most of it.

Feeling of happiness....

Whew! I had a very tiring day today...but I enjoyed a lot as we managed to have good results on our planned therapy for the patients assigned to us in Elsie Gatches-Santan Cottage. I can't forget the reactions that came from our patients. It was a good feeling to remember.
Although we seem to look so funny, we sung and danced as part of music and dance therapy. At first, there was only one who responded to me. I was the one who started it and I was surprised when one patient responded to me after 5 mins of clapping while dancing with simple steps. Our patients could be classified under profound category since their IQ level is 20 and below (meaning they are like infants). Our duty stars at 6am. First thing we do is prepare their foods. I don't want to describe their food...no,hehehe! We are 6 in a group assigned to 44 patients who needs full time care, feeding (as in you feed them with spoon one by one), taking a bath, dressing up, cleaning their tables and chairs after feeding, wash the dishes, sweeping and moping the floor ( which is one of the biggest cottage), and bring them out to the playground. So, just imagine how many calories I am burning each day! hahaha!
What a day!

Birthday Girl

A baby girl was born on July 05, 2000...she's so cute, like an angel! I had a cesarian section because my blood pressure shoot up when I first felt some sort of labor pain. I don't know...I just remembered that the day before I could no longer sleep...I walked and walked till I am tired and went to sleep. I woke up and checked my blood pressure, it was 150/90. My OB gave me a special instruction to call her asap if my blood pressure goes up above 140/90. So I called her up and told me that I need to go to the hospital for some tests although I knew already that it may be the day to see the little angel inside me. Jay was having his breakfast when I told him that we need to go to the hospital. I had my shower. I am actually having mixed feelings that time. Fear and excitement! When my OB came, I felt my baby turned inside..brought me discomforts. My blood pressure became 170/90. I was told that I should have an emergency C-section. My heart keeps on pounding...I am nervous because it was my first time. I was given IV meds to prevent convulsion that may be brought by my high blood pressure (pre-eclampsia). I am in tears when they brought me to the operating room and was instructed to stop crying because secretions may block my airways. It was very cold inside the operating room. The last thing that I could remember, I was told to turn on my side and felt a slight pain (this time the anesthesia was administered). Afterwards, I don't know what happenned. The next time I opened my eyes was when my brother (who is a Pediatrician) tapped my foot and told me " tapos na, maputi at kamukha ni Jay!". When I heard those words...I continued with my deep sleep. Those were the words I'd like to hear that time. I really wanted her to look like her father but fair complexion like her mother. My wish came true! I was very happy! Hours after the delivery was spent in the recovery room. I used to vomit and had a heavy feeling on my head. They asked me to move my lower extremities and was able to do so. That time I was transfered in our room of choice. I saw Jay...and my Mom. I couldn't help it, but I cried! Maybe because I finally delivered my baby safely and I am very happy to be a mother. When our baby was brought inside the room, I saw her angelic face...My tears rolled down my cheeks, I told myself that we are blessed to have her-a "gift" truly came from our Lord. Because after delivery, I was told that my baby was color violet like an eggplant- effect of insufficient oxygen due to my high blood pressure. We named her Krystle- a name my husband and I agreed before. She became our joy since then.
She's turning 7 years old. How time flies! The baby we once have, had grown into a bright and loving child. We are planning to have her party in school together with her classmates. On weekend, she'll spent her time swimming with her cousins. We just hope, she'll have a good time.
Happy Birthday, Krystle-our little princess!