Reaction to James Soriano’s “Language, learning, identity, privilege” aka “Filipino is the language of the streets”

Yes, this may be a late reaction.  I only Googled “James Soriano + article” after being privately messaged by my good friend and former Brain Train colleague Engr. Jennyl Estil, asking what my reaction to the piece is.  In case you still haven’t read it, I’m quoting it (copy-pasted from pinoymoneytalk.com).  It originally appeared on Manila Bulletin but was later removed from its website.  Here it is and my two cents about it. [Read more...]

Brave Baby Boy

Raviv had a fever on Wednesday afternoon, hours after his third PCV shot.  We took it in stride, thinking that the fever was because of the shot.  But it went on until nighttime until the following day.  We of course got worried, especially with the daily “Dalawang bata nanaman ang namatay sa dengue ngayon”.  For several weeks now, that kind of news signals that TV Patrol is about to start.  It also jumpstarts my fears for my baby.   Add to that the fact that two of our household help had dengue simultaneously.  And so on Raviv’s 2nd day of fever, had went to the hospital lab to get a complete blood count with platelet.  At the hospital:

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Pregnancy Pamahiins

There are so many sabi-sabi‘s when it comes to pregnancy. As someone who doesn’t really believe in such, my husband and I would often shrug off practically anything that oldies and non-science people say. I’ve been trying to debunk scary myths even when I was about to get married; for example, I was warned not to try on my wedding gown prior to my getting married but then I did, several times pa! And our wedding pushed through.  I also did not offer eggs to Sta. Clara despite the pleas of my wedding coordinator. So my point is that I am very anti-pamahiin.  But to my amazement, some pamahiins did make sense to me…they may be mere coincidences but I admit I think there is a grain of truth to these sabi-sabi’s.  I’m going to list down the pamahiins I heard when I was pregnant, and which ones I may now believe in and which ones are purely bull. [Read more...]

Happy Birthday Hubby!

Today is my husband’s birthday. I originally planned to make a poem for him, but the plan got lost along the way (no excuses!) Thus, I’m just going to make an impromptu essay about him.

MomsterTeacher’s Handsome Hubby

I’ve never said this “out loud” about any of my exes because 1.)
I want others to say it for me, and 2.) because I had doubts.  But I am going to say it about my husband because I honestly think that my husband is, HANDSOME.  There I sad it, my husband is handsome!  But that is just icing on the cake. He is so much more. In fact, every time I “stumble upon” (hehe, hindi ako stalker ‘no!) the FB profiles of my exes or former crushes, I utter a prayer of thanks that they were a-holes (or that I was an a-hole then) when we were dating…otherwise I might have ended up with any of them. But thank God I didn’t. Thank God I’m with a man who may not have been ideal in the beginning (because of circumstances brought about by a mistake he made more than a decade ago), but he stuck to his word when he told me to be patient and stick with him because in the near future, “They will envy us.” [Read more...]

Don’t Call Me “Misis”!

I never had qualms about getting married especially to someone “worthy of me” and someone I love.  I was already 22 years old then and settling down was not far from my mind, especially because Randy and I have been a couple for four years (22 years old is actually still too young, but then if you know me, planning a wedding would take YEARS thus it wasn’t that early; I actually got married at 24, a few months shy from my 25th birthday)…that is, until one fateful day in the office. [Read more...]

When Fetus Ladaga Became Infant Ladaga Part 2

continued from When Fetus Ladaga Became Infant Ladaga Part 1

December 25, 2010

…So I went home and ate again.  But barely an hour after, the contractions’ duration was longer and the intervals between one another were shorter.  I texted Doc Guada again, and she told me to return to LBDH.  It was around 5 p.m. when I returned to LBDH.  Instead of getting the same female doctor, Doc Guada instructed the ER staff to get a seasoned midwife to check by how much my cervix has expanded.  And so a seasoned midwife checked my cervix (another painful lesbian experience).  The midwife said that my cervix has dilated to 5 cm (to those who do not know, active labor or the iri-iri starts when a mom’s cervix has dilated to 10 cm).  The midwife predicted that the baby may be out as early as 10 p.m.  Randy expressed that he prefers that the baby be born on Dec. 26 instead of Dec. 25, because if baby gets born on Dec. 25, his birthday wouldn’t have an “identity”.  He might have no guests on his birthday parties and he wouldn’t feel that Dec. 25 is “his day”.  So the midwfe said that Randy shouldn’t let me walk to delay my giving birth.  We talked to Doc Guada, and she instructed me to go to the Asian Hospital right away with my admitting order slip from her.
  • Off to give birth at the Asian Hospital
So we went home, and the contractions had gotten really painful, longer, and more frequent.  I added some more items to my ready hospital bag and forced myself to poop because that was what I really felt like doing plus I didn’t want to poop while giving birth (I’d read that some women giving birth really poop while pushing).  Randy took a bath and got dressed.  Our driver Junjun was on the wheels.

 

En route to the ASian Hospital to give birth, I insisted we stop at Cinnabon first.  Haha! (Image lifted from joshuakennon.com)

En route to the ASian Hospital to give birth, I insisted we stop at Cinnabon first. Haha! (Image lifted from joshuakennon.com)

We were able to leave at around 7.30 pm.  On the way, the contractions were getting closer and closer, yet crazy me requested Randy to buy Cinnabon along SLEX.  Alangan namang hindi niya ako pagbigyan ‘di ba?  So in between contractions, I was munching on yummy Classic Cinnabon Roll.  Thank God there was no heavy traffic.  Randy initially wanted to buy an e-pass gadget because of this.  But since it was Christmas evening, the traffic was light and there was no queue at the toll fee gates.  Thus we reached the Asian Hospital quite quickly.
  • Thank God I was giving birth at the Asian Hospital!
Upon reaching the Asian Hospital, the guard immediately assisted me.  I proceeded to the restroom, and he even followed me up to the door to open the door for me.  When I went out, a wheelchair was already waiting for me.  The next details are now a blur.  What I remember vividly was when I was brought to the waiting room: it looked like an ER of ordinary hospitals, but it was really clean and nice.  The nurses there were very nice and smelled nice (when you’re in pain, the last thing you need are hands touching your face reeking of nicotine or mouths talking close to your nostrils smelling like dead rat or garlic).  They were very courteous too.
  • Sakit ng labor o sakit ng bulsa?

The nurses and the attending physician asked whether I wanted an anaesthesia, but when they asked that question I was between contractions and not in pain.  I was well aware that the services of the Asian Hospital were expensive, and so I thought that I’ll do everything in my power not to incur unnecessary expenses such as anaesthesia.  The doctor and nurses were encouraging me to get anesthetized, as they’ve seen how I winced earlier.  I told them I’ve read somewhere that getting anaesthesia increases the risk of CS, and I think they disagreed with that.  They said that when I have already decided I want to, let me just tell them.  And so they left me and Randy alone for a few minutes.  During that short period, I whispered to Randy that he should ask how much the anaesthesia would cost, as it would help me decide whether to get one or not.  He said, “Ay naku!  Baka sabihin pa tinitipid kita nahihirapan ka na nga!  Kung gusto mo magpa-anaesthesia ka.”  Then the nurses and the physician returned.  This time, I was already having contractions and then I said, “Sige na sige na anaesthesia na!”  They asked me when my last meal was, and then I told them about the Cinnabon.  They seemed surprised that in my labor, we still stopped at SLEX to buy Cinnabon.  I told them that I ate but a few bites (apparently, you can’t have anaesthesia if you’ve eaten plenty within the last few hours).  They then called the anesthesiologist.  On their way out, I heard them talking about craving for Cinnabon.  The anesthesiologist, who happened to be male, came and injected me with the anaesthesia at my back (I thought it was going to be somewhere in my groin!) When I felt the anesthesia entering my back, it felt funny–funny as in my back felt itchy, like ants were crawling in.  The nurses said that that feeling was normal.  But oh, what a relief!!!  I could no longer feel the contractions and the pain was non-existent!  I was glad I had it.  The attending physician even said, “O di ba ang sarap ng feeling?  Usually ang mga pasyente best friends with Dr. [name of anes, which I forgot] after niyang turukan.”  I couldn’t agree more.  When I had my 3rd lesbian experience for the day, 5 cm pa lang din daw.  And you know what?  It was my 1st lesbian experience that wasn’t painful!

 

When Fetus Ladaga Became Infant Ladaga Part 1

December 24, 2010Randy and I walked our dogs (2 mini poodles and 1 dobermann) around UP campus at about 7 a.m.  I was feeling very lethargic on this day, not to mention sleepy.  But I thought I was just extra lazy.

A “manas” me with our toy poodles

After our dogwalk, we proceeded to South Supermarket to buy ingredients for the Noche Buena handa.  South Supermarket was soooo crowded!  Randy requested to leave me because there was a scheduled Miami Heat game at 11 a.m., and he knew staying at South with me will make him miss the start of the game.  I begrudgingly said, “OK fine!”  He sent over our male helper Buboy to fall in line with me and bring me home.

Upon arriving home, I felt soooo sleepy.  I slept for hours, and woke up when my Tita Cristy came to fetch TJ (brother) and Ruth (sis-in-law) to bring to Tiaong, for their child (Yoona) will be christened the following day (Christmas).  I  told them I’ll just go there on Christmas in time fior Yoona’s christening.
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Reminiscing My Hell Months as a Pregnant Woman

As I reposted my recycled blog entry about pregnancy, I couldn’t help but reminisce the pains I’d undergone just to hold my already-very-heavy-but-super-adorable baby that is Raviv.  I remember how I swore to myself that I’d

26 weeks pregnant

NEVER, EVER get pregnant again (yes, that’s how bad it was).  I even guiltily remember how I wished the baby in my tummy would just vanish (Raviv, I’m so sorry for ever thinking that…I love you so much baby that I’d gladly undergo even double or triple what I’ve gone through just to hold you in my arms).

Just how bad was it?  Girls, read on so you’d know what you’ll be getting yourselves into and really prepare.  I’ve made a list of the things that made pregnancy such a chore: [Read more...]

Recycled Blog Entry: WARNING: The Pains of Pregnancy are Underrated

[Originally posted on Facebook Notes on Thursday, June 10, 2010 at 5:05pm]

If only teenage girls know exactly what I’m experiencing right now, parents need not worry about their girls having sex. They’d abhor what I’m feeling and will be afraid of sex forever.

Lifted from izzy-of-the-corn.deviantart.com

Lifted from izzy-of-the-corn.deviantart.com

I’m on my 10th or 11th week (I lost track), and still sufferring (oops, just puked, really). Being on my first trimester, I’m one of the 50% of unlucky pregnant women who suffer from morning sickness (morning sickness is a misnomer! I feel sick at the wee hours of the morning, after lunch, in the evening, and everytime I smell or even think about deodorants and garlic! Oops, I’ve thought of thembarf again!). Tv and movies often exaggerate so many things, but they have downplayed pregnancy! I used to think that, when one is pregnant, she’d barf a couple of times and then she can resume her normal life. How little did I know!!! [Read more...]

Recycled Blog Entry: My First Love Letter to My Son

[originally posted on Facebook Notes on Wednesday, November 17, 2010 at 10:41am]

Dear Bryce/Rajah/Gilas*,

I am very impatient for you to come out and for me and Tatay to be able to hug and kiss you.  OK, so those aren’t my only motivations…honestly, your presence in my womb has caused me major discomforts.  Did you know that in your 2nd and 3rd months residence in my womb, you made me lose a whopping 12 lbs?  That’s a feat, because major dieting makes me lose only at most 3 lbs.  You made me lose that much because the nausea your presence made me vomit and made me hate (yes, HATE!) almost all kinds of food.  I was also subjected to being confined at this hospital where the private room’s bathroom stinks and the midwives are rude and insensitive (I swear you’ll never be born there).  On the up side, my suffering made me and your Tatay closer to each other (not physically though, because your Tatay had to sleep on the floor as his scent made me vomit too)…he was at my beck and call, and when I realized how patient he’s been to me, I loved him even more.  I took more effort to be nicer to him, and he reciprocated it by being sweeter to me. [Read more...]