Ever since I became a mom, eight hours of sleep became rare to me – more like non-existent. It’s like they suddenly added unicorn hair to the list of ingredients to a good eight hour sleep, and no matter what I do I just can’t seem to find that elusive unicorn. See? I haven’t slept in the last 24 hours and now I’m talking nonsense. My son is 18 months old now and we follow a strict bedtime routine, but I still have sleepless nights because of conflicts at work, Ethan getting sick, never-ending chores – situations that call for supermom’s cape.
I’m not talking sleepless nights anymore – I’m talking sleepless DAYS, days when the universe does everything in it’s power to not let you doze off and enter Dream Land a la Gandalf. But hey, WE’RE MOMS. We survive, we pull through and we conquer. But at the end of the day you might leave yourself thinking, “How on earth did I do it?”.
I’ve been seeing several articles lately about the possible trends in baby names this 2015. Browsing through the lists suddenly made me remember how we came up with our Little Troublemaker’s name.
According to Baby Center, the top five names for 2015 are Liam, Noah, Jacob, Mason and Jackson for boys (Ethan was number 6!) and Emma, Olivia, Ava, Sophia, and Isabella for girls.
Although “Ethan” seemed to be a trend even last year in baby names, we did not choose it from a list. It was purely coincidental.
One of my resolutions for 2015 is to get organized.
Last year, I bought myself a generic planner and tried to use that to track everything – from bills to shopping lists and to-do-lists to party plans. It did not go well. Not only did I end up neglecting my planner halfway through the year, but all my notes were over the place and I was nowhere near organized.
This is where I realized two things:
1. I need a “pretty” planner – nice enough for me not to forget about, unlike that plain black planner I bought from a bookstore that disappeared somewhere in our house
2. I need pages that are specific to certain tasks/topics – budgeting, meal planning, etc.
Yesterday, my husband and I finally found the time to go out for lunch and a movie. We decided to try out one of the new restaurants at Festival Mall’s River Park.
The first restaurant that caught our eye was Mati’s Meat and Bread. We glanced at the menu displayed out front and decided to try their steak.
I originally wanted to write about something happy for my first blog post of 2015. I planned to share my goals and aspirations for myself and my family, yet on the first day of the New Year, the unexpected happened – we had to rush Ethan to the hospital.
After our New Year celebration, Ethan wouldn’t stop coughing – it was really bad. His breathing was labored and we could hear him wheezing. Though I knew how he must have felt being an asthma sufferer myself, I could not imagine how much more difficult it was for an 18 month old to struggle to breathe. We tried nebulizing several times but it was no good. Convinced that his condition was only getting worse, we rushed him to the Emergency Room of Asian Hospital and Medical Center. The ER doctor tried giving him a stronger dose of nebules, but he did not improve at all. When his pediatrician arrived, we were advised to admit him because he needed medication that could only be delivered intravenously. It was so painful so see him crying while they were attaching the IV, I had to help hold him down and he was giving me this look which was asking me to make them stop. Ugh, I don’t want to remember that anymore.