Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction (AKA Pelvis Sucker Punch)

Imagine you’re on a bike. This bike has the worst seat, the type that just digs into your pelvis in the most special way it can. Now take this bike on a two-hour ride on a rocky mountainside, and you’ll have an idea of how Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction (SPD) feels like. This has been my life for the past month, and it is not fun.

I had never heard of this, until I told my doctor about how I constantly feel like my vagene is about to fall out, and she told me about this wonderful pregnancy issue.

I was in so much pain I couldn’t remember the name of one of the world’s most iconic action stars while complaining to my husband.

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Magic Sleepytime Oil

A couple of weeks ago, I had a visit from my lovely friend Kaity. Now while time spent with her is always wonderful, this specific day she brought a little magic. Magic in the form of this massage oil:


While it’s called a Mama Massage Oil, it also claims to be safe to use on kids 6 months and up. Based on my research, lavender and rose oil are quite safe and commonly used for small children, so I decided to try it on my vibrant 4-year-old. Continue reading

Kid, You’ll Move Mountains!

The idea hit me while I was driving home after school drop-off. I remembered the Dr. Seuss classic, Oh, The Places You’ll Go! and I knew instantly that it was going to be the theme of the baby shower my mom is throwing for us.

I got home and immediately looked up decoration ideas. I wanted something simple but cute, when I saw a cutout of the phrase, “Kid, you’ll move mountains!”

I didn’t know what it was at first, but boy did it hit me like a steamroller. I saw that phrase and I just broke down into heaving sobs over my longganisa meal from Mcdonald’s. Seeing the phrase this morning, one that I’ve read so many times to my son, suddenly felt like a revelation. Continue reading

My Favorite Parts

“Mommy, what’s your favorite part of this day?”

My son looked up at me, his voice soft and timid. I took his hand and guided him towards the stairs. “This honey, holding your hand while walking down the stairs. It’s my favorite part of this morning.”

“You know mommy, when you pick me up from school later, I’m sure that will be your favorite part of your day. I’m sure of it!” He adjusted his shirt, untucking his blue school uniform and pulling it down his little 4-year-old body.

“Well, I think you’re right buddy. That’s definitely going to be my favorite part later.” We finally reached the bottom of the stairs. He paused.

“Mommy, are you very happy? Are you very happy with me?”

“Oh honey, I’m always happy when I’m with you.”

“Okay, mommy. Me too.”


Placenta Previa Totalis

Oh God, I’m so tired.

I’m so tired of being scared every single time I have to pee. Of that moment each time I look down and hope to that there’s no blood. Tired that everything I do could lead to another contraction, another ER trip we can’t afford. I’m tired of not being able to do anything, which is apparently the best thing I can do. Being scared every single minute of every single day is so exhausting, I don’t even know how to explain it. Continue reading

Allergy (Un)Awareness: Our Experience With Conti’s

It took me a while to write this entry because I wanted to make sure I wasn’t writing from a place of anger or indignation. I wanted my state of mind to be fair because I don’t want to get into a fight, but I do want to make sure they do the right thing.

A couple of weeks ago, Elon was once again rushed to the ER due to an anaphylactic attack. His first experience helped me put my research and preparedness to work, and while I always prayed that we would never have to deal with it in real life, I’m also glad that we knew what to do when it happened.

This second time, it was just me and E. His dad had work and a dinner, so I planned a nice day for just the two of us, which included dinner at Conti’s. I’m not going to say which branch it was, since I’m sure they share the same recipes anyway, and this is something that every single branch needs to act upon. I ordered the smoked BBQ ribs for E, since he has had barbecue a trillion times before. Barbecue is generally one of the safest foods for him. I asked if it contained peanuts or dairy of any form, and informed them of his allergy. I was reassured that it contained none of those things, and I was satisfied.

An hour or so later, we got home and started preparing for bed. In the shower, E started to cough. I thought he accidentally swallowed water from the shower, and didn’t think more of it. Then he started to complain that he was feeling itchy. I got him out of the shower, wiped him down, and got ready to put some lotion on him, when I saw it.

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