Cloth diapering

Okay so I’m trying to do cloth diapering again this time. With Mischa, I did the two way system – first the bird’s eye cloth with the side pins then the thicker cover. I knew she was a lot comfortable wearing that than disposable ones.

The thing with cloth though, the baby tends to get wet easily with disrupts sleep. And if you’ve just struggled and danced your hips away to rock her to sleep, you wouldn’t want that. Much as you love your child to eternity, your arms and torso need to rest sometime.

Still, I prepared to do the same for Maxine, even if for a couple of months only. There’s nothing like letting her bums breathe. I know it is healthier, and more friendly to Mother Nature. Thank goodness that there are new ways of using cloth nappies nowadays. And very colorful, too. So part of my before giving birth shopping were several all-in-one nappies that you just put on the baby like regular diapers. Love our Baby Leaf diapers!

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We’re using it mostly during daytime. Sleep-deprived as we are right now, every minute of shut eye is precious. I would even use them longer in the day if only we have a helper right now. At the moment when only my mother helps us, I don’t want to dump on her too many nappies to wash. Trying to be as reasonable as possible so she wouldn’t get tired of helping us at home.

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Done with vaccines

Yay! We’ve finally completed all the basics and some boosters set at regular periods over a two-year span, the last being the Hepatitis A shot. Save for a few more follow up boosters, like yearly flu vaccine, we’re significantly saving trips to the doctor’s, and of course, thousands of pesos. Although with the latter, despite being in tipid mode, we would still not hesitate availing of shots. I can’t say we’re done with the bawling often attributed to injections and pedia visits, because my daughter, like Mommy, seems to have a really high tolerance for pain (is this good or bad?). She has since stopped crying when needles come into contact with her skin when she was about six months old or thereabouts.

Some parents do not believe in vaccinations for a myriad of reasons, such as let the children develop their natural immunity, the risk of autism, yada yada. But is the risk worth it? I don’t think so. Some do not even have the precious bucks for these but their children need them very badly, so if you do, do not experiment on your kids please.

We have been fortunate that Mischa has not been sickly all her life (and I pray that this continues). I don’t know if it’s the vaccines or the vitamins but God has blessed her with such a healthy body, and which we are uber thankful for. I’d like to think it’s the love and care she receives, which are more than enough to make her grow strong and healthy, despite gearing towards the lean side.

tv overload

in the last few days that i was held captive at home by pneumonia, i spent more time glued on the boob tube than in the last two years or so.  i used to stay parked in front of the tv when i was still single, preferring the solitary restful pace of it over going out at night or on weekends.  don’t get me wrong, i like being with friends and family, too.  but most of the time, i savor the alone-ness of it all when you don’t have to bother about conversation and worrying about keeping appearances.  i could have won the couch potato of the year award year after year.  it wasn’t all tv though.  i love just hanging out in my room all day, all night, with a good book and a cold drink in hand, or turning up my pc.

all that of course changed when i finally moved out of our house to live with hubby late in 2008.  it was different when you have a household to run.  also, we didn’t get cable so it was just a deluge of local channels with boring and baduy shows on.  i had to do away with my “me” time.  how could i follow my shows when there is an overeager and uberly charming little package demanding attention?  who could have thought that that little bundle of joy is enough to keep one occupied during her waking hours, and even in slumber?

anyway, the last few days saw me having my fair share of watching tv again, this time with my little girl in tow.  i know many moms would frown on this–having your toddler stay to watch tv.  but if it saves about 15 minutes of your sanity, or it allows you to fix that quick meal, or a few things around the house, why not indulge a bit?  well, to each her own.  we each have our own ways of coping with motherhood and your household, and i don’t think this makes me a bad mother anyhow.  a mother also wishes she has two extra pairs of hands, eyes, ears and whatnots.  what i’m really most concerned about mischa watching tv is her picking up things, like foul language, wrong grammar and horrendous diction.  things that can be watched out for anyway, with proper guidance and scrutiny.  i think we’re gonna have to have that cable installed soon so she can keep up with disney and nickelodeon though.

these what kept me hooked in the previous days:

i watched these with the whole country.  i was one with the filipino people as the nation sat gripped in horror and trepidation monday night as a wrongly-accused former police officer tried to get his the philippine government to listen to his side of the story.  it was too, too bad this all ended up in misery, confusion and eventually, death and destruction.  everybody involved–the police, the media, all got it wrong.  i wanted to bang mike enriquez’ head and the whole of gma news team for that unceasing coverage that led to the deterioration of talks and the diskarte of the rescuing team (which by the way, managed to botch its own efforts in taking control of the situation).  it was useless and the only achievement the coverage made was to sensationalize the whole thing, instead of keeping lives safe.  the media and the networks made their choice, and it didn’t bode well that they value their probable ratings more everything just went up in flames, and now two nations, the philippines and hongkong, where the tourist-hostages are from, are mourning the losses.

now for the second part, i, along with the rest of the country, cheered, as venus raj, sashayed and wowed the crowd during the ms. universe 2010.  even mischa was clapping as she was called for the top 15, then top 10, and finally the top 5.  we all thought she was actually going to bag the crown.  until william baldwin asked that question, and venus opened her mouth to gush and virtually giggled her way through.  sigh!  her chances flew out the window.  i visibly cringed as she fought through her nervousness, and thank the heavens as soon as it was over.  oh well, she did better than most of our filipino contestants have done in the past decade.  if only she can “major, major” do it again!

milk no more?

my daughter is on the verge of turning into a toddler in a fortnight.  raising her for 11 months, feeding and eating has never been a problem at all.  i successfully created a routine for drinking her milk and eating her solids, and trained all those around her (hubby, yaya, my folks) to follow these.  her weight gain is more than average but she was never in any danger of being overweight either.  i believe her proper eating habits also played a huge factor in her having a good sleeping pattern.  since she was on her second month, mercifully, she began sleeping through the night.  her dad and i are super duper thankful for this!  during the day, her naps vary, i guess depending on her mood, and lately, the heat.  don’t get me wrong, i am not very OC, nor would i want her to grow up OC. in fact, overly OC people drive me crazy.   i guess that was just my way of trying my hand at raising a good sleeper, and a good kid in general.  i tried  to do away with the fussiness in other ways than soothing with milk.  way, way before, after i’ve given birth, i never really believed in putting a bottle in a baby’s mouth every time it cries.  i always, always tried to figure out what mischa wanted. is she in need of rocking, cuddling?  is she cold?  hot?  does something hurt?  more often than not, it worked (whatever i wanted to do to soothe her).  and by the time i was about to leave for work after the maternity period, i had everybody in the household trained.  nonetheless, she drank her milk well, and ate everything i introduced to her, including a variety of fruits, vegetables, and the latest, beef.  while i feed her the usual cerelac (especially when i don’t have the luxury of time before going to work), i tried my hardest to prepare pureed beans, broccoli, cauliflower, sweet pea, and a whole lot of root crops.  she loves them all!

but we’ve been a little worried of late because she hasn’t been getting her usual intake of milk, instead finishes only about 4-5 oz. per feeding (that’s 3x a day).  but she’s gulping down lotsa water (which she didn’t like before).  i figure it’s the damn heat again (when will this heat wave going to end).  she’s been perspiring like crazy during the day when the aircon isn’t turned on.  at one time, she didn’t even drink a drop of the milk!  she kept on pushing out the nipple with her tongue, and the bottle itself and our hands whenever we tried to coax her into drinking.  oh what to do, what to do.  we’re all being very patient with her, adjusting her milk schedule, and encouraging her to drink it.  sigh!  i hope she doesn’t begin to become a picky eater.

runny nose

mischa has been off-color again the past couple of days because of colds. my poor baby! i could see she’s having some difficulty breathing. we know babies can’t blow their noses yet, and all that mucus gets stuck up there. we tried using a nasal aspirator but she absolutely abhors it, screaming her lungs out everytime it comes near her face. good thing everytime she sneezes, a lot of it goes out. i feel so bad for her when she couldn’t sleep well because of it. i could hear her rasp breathing and she often wakes up in the middle of the night crying, i presume, because of all that goo that’s stuck in her nasal passage. i wish it was me who gets sick instead of her. good thing her appetite’s not affected. we would know for sure that something’s wrong with her in case there will be a dip in her eating and drinking habits heehee. but i really really hope this goes away soon. my heart goes out to her terribly. i wish i could always take away all her discomfort and pain.

wrong time to get sick

or is there a right time? i’ve been thanking the heavens for the seven and a half months that mischa has gone illness-free. compared to the average baby, i’d say she’s healthier than most as even the simplest fever, diarrhea, colds or coughs have not touched her little body. in the vernacular, the oldies would say wag mong batiin. but very true that indeed, we’ve been luckier than others for which we are very thankful for. that’s why i was in a bit of panic last night when i got home and held mischa in my arms. she felt hot. and then she kept on crying for a while because she couldn’t get to sleep. i guess she was uncomfortable with the new feeling. i did all sorts of things from rocking, singing lullabies, patting her thighs, rubbing her back. nothing worked for a while. didn’t want to give paracetamol since her temperature wasn’t that high. it barely made 37.5 degrees. it didn’t help that her daddy wasn’t home and was sent to a province several thousand miles from here. twas one of those times that i really felt his absence. mischa could’ve gotten sick anytime but the fever chose to land on this particular day. sigh! put on some kool fever patch on her and after a while, i guess it did the trick for she was finally lulled into a fitful sleep. i was tossing all night with sleep eluding me for a while. when i did manage to get some winks, it still felt like my body was fully awake. it was overly sensitive to mischa’s littlest moves. come morning, i think she was better though her temperature rose up to degrees. she still takes her milk and cereal with gusto, and she was playing and being her usual jolly self. i surmise it’s just teething. been in constant communication with her pediatrician so everything’s a-ok. i know this is normal for kiddos, and i guess i just had a taste of adrenaline shots since hubby isn’t here and i felt like a solo parent. lol. i think my little girl just misses her daddy. one less person carries her and showers her with warm hugs and kisses. we’re fervently praying for his return soon. just a few more days till sunday. we’re having some laughs when we talk on the phone that we feel like an OFW family. thank god for globe’s unlimited calls and texts.