Yesterday, my little girl turned one month old. Wow! It seems like one month is just one week. The day that I gave birth to her was just like yesterday. I can still remember the pain I went through and how it was gone so fast when my baby came out. Her cry became my favorite sound and sometimes my source of worries too lol. Just like the night before she turned one month. She kept on crying even if I am feeding her and she won't sleep even if it's already 10 PM. The reason she was fussing and restless is because she has an upset stomach. After her several cries, she pooped which made the pain gone. And guess what? I panicked again because I was thinking what did I do wrong or perhaps she doesn't like my milk. Oh my! If she continued crying that night, I will not hesitate to rush her to the hospital again. Praning na nanay.
On the other hand, I and my boyfriend decided to buy a cake to celebrate her one month being healthy and happy. I told him to buy a chocolate one but look what he did bought. It's mocha and the icing was as thick as our dictionary. AND he also forgot to include the name of our baby there 😏 I was supposed to get mad because even if it's just a little detail, it's still important. How can he forgot our baby's name in her dedication cake? Silly man. I don't know but after my pregnancy, I started to hate him. I feel like he is my enemy all the time and he's not supporting me all the way especially when it comes to our baby. He always choose to listen to his parents like he can't decide on his own. Like this morning, we argue about the electric fan again. I already told him many times that we should use the electric fan because our baby sweats a lot and it's super hot in their home and in ours. But, he refused to accept my decision just because her mom told him that we should not use the electric fan even if we will face it on the ceiling. She likes to cover our baby with franella even during noon time. She won't care even if our baby is excessively sweating just because she believes that the air from the electric fan can make our baby sick. Seriously? Won't my baby get a pneumonia if she sweats and they all dried up?
I don't care if my boyfriend reads this tho. He already knows what my heart wants. No one knows the baby well than his/her own mother.
Enough with the drama anyway. This was supposed to be a happy article. Going back, we celebrated Clea's first month by thanking God for her good health. We pray that she'll be healthy all the time. It doesn't matter anymore if I won't have my me time like the time to pamper myself for I know soon I will be able to do so. For now, I will let the motherhood take over me.
Gotta go friends! Happy One Month again to my baby girl.
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Ciao! ❤️
Ang cute ng bebe. Wag mag panic. BAsta breastfeeding is best for the babies. <3