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Honestly, where do Mamas pee in public? Because I do not know. Family bathrooms are rare. Handicap toilets are… to be found outside of a mall. Changing tables are, at times, only changing tables. Long story short, I have peed with the door open because, well, no choice. No shame.
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came to an end. When? How? Whyyyyyyy? Time is of the essence, and I miss the tiny version of you dearly already. But baby baby baby Liv. You are precious and seeing you grow every day, really every day I feel you keep changing, has given me so much purpose. Simple, predictable routine. Simple activities.
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I never was a morning person, but Liv reminds me to start the day, every day, with a smile. Because she does. The most heartfelt smile. The most beautiful one I have ever seen. Mahal kita anak, you teach me the essence of life.
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My grief and my joy can coexist. And they should. There is no other way for this mother to love fully. completely. 100%.
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Still can’t believe how I am keeping you alive. But I am. So well. It is not just you that’s growing.
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When your husband buys you a new Trenchcoat (so sweet!!!) and you do everything to avoid getting a stain… Just to spill some coffee on it on the first day. The culprit? Handling the pram with groceries with one hand and holding the cup in the other. I should have seen this coming. Accept your fate,
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It is easy to get caught up in the busy nothings of everyday life. But that morning smile. That morning hug. That morning cooing. Even that morning poo. Liv is life. Literally. And she reminds me every morning to seize the day. To be grateful for the new day. To be present and to live
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At first, it was eerie to see Liv’s brain breathing through her blowhole on the top of her head. So sensitive, so tiny, so weird still forming. Now, it is gone… and I miss it already. Time is of the essence, and I know I capture it all, but why does the newborn stage fly
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It took me a little less than three months to know when to breastfeed, more importantly, which breast to give Liv, without the help of the LactApp. I recommend it, though. It truly helped me remember it was time when I couldn’t read my baby’s cues yet. Now I do. I feel like I graduated.
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Not even a month ago, I was afraid of getting out of Charlottenburg. First trip on the public transport was… well, that, a trip. Now, we have taken the plane to Ireland. We have taken the Luas into Dublin. We have taken the car to Howth. We have taken the coach to Bambride and Belfast
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