4 months into mommyhood

They say that the only constant thing in this world is change. And, once I became a mom that’s been the only thing happening to me. Four months into this journey (or 12, since you start becoming a mom since egg meets sperm) and I know my life took a complete turn.

For one, I’m not self-centered anymore. Everything is about our little king to which I don’t have qualms about! Once you become a mom, your needs will be the last thing on your mind as there are more important matters to take care of. But that doesn’t mean forgetting about yourself. There are countless ways on how to prevent being a “losyang” mom. In fact, mommyhood gives me that happy glow (nevermind the eye bags) and boobies that were never there! I’m enjoying a “fuller” body, which makes clothes look good on me 😉 Health-wise, I’m now eating fruits and veggies and I’m trying to stay away from fast foods, processed foods and junk foods. Operative word: trying.

By feeding on demand, my usual OCness on schedules have taken aback. I’ve to rely on my baby on what to do. Thankfully, he’s somewhat falling into a routine these days; wake up at 6-7am, poop, take a bath, nap, playtime, nap, playtime… sleep at 8pm. Feedings are still every 2 hours. I depend on his schedule as to when I’ll take a bath, dress up (to prevent my clothes from being soiled), do errands and most importantly, sleep. I realize that having a baby means having a schedule with no schedule. Weird but it works!

Now that I’m a mom, every little thing matters. A red patch on the face, a not so seedy poop, a new sound he makes… I’m like a CSI agent! And these observations turn me into a worry wart that our pedia may already have a template for me saying “it’s normal” to every text message I send to her. Can’t blame me, I’m a mommy! But as I’m slowly learning, I can’t have every little thing bother me (and my pedia with my late night texts). There’s always Google to appease my fumbling mind.

Unsolicited advice goes hand in hand with motherhood. Be it from a relative, a lady from the grocery, the security guards in the condo, name it and they have something to say about how you should take care of your child. Instead of retorting to every remark, I carefully choose my battles. If it’s harmless, I’d let it pass. But if it’s about breastfeeding or spoiling my baby with always being carried, that’s when I bring out the guns, uhm, the research exactly. I’d rather save my energy for my next feeding session than to have a senseless debate since all babies are different!

I’ve noticed that as a mom, I am now more emotional, caring, doting, feminine and sensitive. I guess motherhood can melt even the coldest heart.

Z’s Birth Story

3 months ago…

At the start of my 37th week, I was due for a check up, in which my doctor gave the go signal that I could give birth any time. She also taught me how to push and reminded me to log any pain I’ll experience from then on.

Maybe the baby in my tummy heard the go signal, because at 2 am, I started experiencing menstrual-like cramps. Being the good student that I am, I made a chart to log in my contractions


I also remembered not to take in anything but sips of water. Come 8 am, the contractions intensified but I still managed to take a bath. I *calmly* woke up my husband to take me to the hospital because it is time already. I knew he was monitoring me all night long and was just waiting for me to say something.

We got to the hospital and we found out that I was 5 cm already! Because my baby follows everything by the book, I dilated 1 cm per hour. So, more or less I was in labor for 12 hours! Good thing I had epidural already or else I would’ve passed out from the pain!

Pushing the baby out was seamless and very different from the movies! What was very uncomfortable was the number of spectators! My mom’s interns were all present with their camera phones on hand. Good thing because we forgot our own cameras!

As soon as Z came out, he was placed on my chest for immediate skin-to-skin contact and latching. When he was brought to the nursery for cleaning and checking, I felt woozy and light headed from a sudden drop in my blood pressure. I just closed my eyes for a while but was never unconscious. My mom gave me a sip of coke and a slice of pizza right there at the delivery table!


Z was roomed-in with me and though it was a sleepless night, it surely was worth it.