Posted in family, Hospital, Love, Motherhood, Parenting

My 2nd Birthing Story: Unihealth Parañaque Hospital and Medical Center

I was only 34 weeks and 4 days pregnant when I gave birth to my second baby. Premature by almost 3 weeks. 

I’ve been so sensitive throughout my pregnancy journey. I’d been taking Isoxilan every 6 hours because I’ve always had episodes of spotting and contractions. I was even adviced by my OB-Gyn to stay on complete bedrest. 

On July 12, 2017, at around 12nn, my stomach started to hurt after I had my lunch. I ignored it because I thought I only ate too much rice. At 4pm I ate ice cream, then my stomach started to hurt again. It was so painful I started to cry. Jhon packed our stuff and decided to take me to the hospital. He texted my OB-Gyn, Dra. Kim D. Mantolino, and she advised us to go to Unihealth- Parañaque Hospital and Medical Center. 

We arrived at the ER at 6pm and they brought me to the labor room right away. They took my urine sample then they put a device on my stomach to monitor my baby’s heartbeat and contractions. The heartbeat was okay, but I was having contractions every 3-4 minutes. The OB conducted an IE and said I was at 2cm. They adviced me that I will be admitted for further monitoring because I was already on labor. 

Jhon got us a room and he paid a downpayment of Php5000.

The nurse inserted the IV with Isoxilan then they gave me 2 injections of steroids for my baby’s lungs to mature. They also gave me 2 injections of medicine that will sedate me so the contractions will weaken. After an hour, they said that I have UTI so they also had to give me antibiotics through IV, but they did a skin test first to make sure I wasn’t allergic to the antibiotic they’ll give.   At 2am, the OB conducted another IE. I was already at 4cm.

I stayed in the labor room for 14 hours because I was still having contractions every 3-4 minutes eventhough I was already sedated and given Isoxilan. Jhon and Jaden stayed in our room. 

At 8am the next day, the nurses brought me to my room because the contractions started to weaken and I stayed at 4cm. 

I was closely monitored by the nurses every hour. I was having bloody discharge and there was also blood everytime I pee. At 4pm, my OB-Gyn checked on me and she adviced me that I need to stay on complete bedrest to prevent the contractions from happening. 

At 5:30PM, my water broke. I was lying down then I felt that my bed was so wet. I immediately informed my OB-Gyn and the nurses brought me back to the labor room. There was no way we could stop my baby from coming out. I really had to give birth that same day. My doctor ordered the nurses to remove Isoxilan from my IV and they replaced it with Oxytocin for contractions. They also gave me 3 vials of Buscopan. When my OB-Gyn conducted an IE, I was already at 5cm. The contractions were really painful. I didn’t know what to do to stop the pain. I asked for epidural but my doctor said it was too early to give me epidural because the contractions might stop. After more than an hour of pain, I started to cry. My doctor called the anesthesiologist at 8pm because I was at 6cm. They brought me to the delivery room and that’s where the epidural was administered. I felt relieved after 10 minutes. The pain started to go away and I was able to smile again. I took a rest for an hour then the pain started to go back. At 10pm, I was at 9cm. The nurses started to position my feet on the right place because I was about to give birth. The anesthesiologist gave me another shot of anesthesia while my OB-Gyn was instructing me to push. 

On July 13, 2017, I gave birth via Normal Spontaneous Delivery at exactly 10:37PM. 

The nurses brought me to the recovery room and  my baby was brought to the nursery for further checking since I gave birth prematurely. I stayed in the recovery room for 2 hours. Then a nurse brought my baby to the recovery room so she can breastfeed. The pedia was also there and she told me that my baby will be brought to my room at 2am.

I was brought back to my room at 1am and I waited for an hour for my baby to be roomed-in, then the NICU nurse said she’ll bring my baby to my room at 4am because they were still monitoring her. At 4am, the nurses asked Jhon to go to the NICU. That’s when they said that my baby’s respiratory rate started to rise. The normal rate for a newborn is 40-60, but my baby’s respiratory rate was at 70-80. She needed oxygen as support. They also inserted an IV on her because she had an infection and they need to give her antibiotics. She also needed to have chest x-ray and blood culture to determine if the infection is in her lungs or blood. The pedia needed to rule out sepsis. 

I was so worried when Jhon explained it to me. I wanted to go to the NICU but the nurse told me to sleep first and visit my baby when I wake up. So I went to sleep and I woke up at 10am. I ate my breakfast and went to the NICU to check on my baby.

She is the most beautiful baby girl I have ever seen. It broke my heart to see her like that. It hurt me even more when the pedia told me that she needs to stay in the NICU for 7 days for further monitoring. I was allowed to stay there for an hour. I tried to latch but she didn’t want to. She only wanted to sleep the whole time. 

I went back to my room after an hour. I had my lunch and took a rest because my pain medications were making me dizzy. My OB-Gyn went to my room at 3pm and gave me discharge instructions. She said I can go home before lunch the next day. 

On July 15th, before 12nn, Jhon settled the bill so we could go home. We stayed in the hospital for 3 days, and our total bill was Php50,291.31. I was able to use my Philhealth so we got a deduction of Php5,000. Our bill went down to Php45,291.31

We went to the NICU again to visit our baby Julianna. The pedia said she still can’t breathe without oxygen, but at least she was negative of sepsis. They got my phone number and asked me to sign an acknowledgment letter that baby Julianna will be staying in the NICU for further monitoring. 

So far, her running bill is at Php28,000. They told us to prepare at least Php40,000 for the whole 7 days. 

We then went to the Medical Records Department for Julianna’s birth certificate encoding. I signed the papers and we were adviced that since Jhon and I are not married, we’ll need to go to the city hall to register Julianna’s birth certificate because we still need to submit our cedula and a notarized letter. We’ll get the signed certificate on July 21, 2017. I didn’t like their policy because when I gave birth to Jaden at St. Clare’s Hospital and Medical Center, we didn’t have to process the registration of his birth certificate eventhough Jhon and I are not married. The hospital staff processed it and there was no hassle for us. 

I’ll be visiting baby Julianna everyday at the NICU. Their visiting hours are 12nn-1pm and 5pm-6pm. 

Posted in family, Hospital, Love, Motherhood, Parenting

My 1st Birthing Story: St. Clare’s Medical Center-Makati

I gave birth to my first baby on March 31, 2015 in St. Clare’s Medical Center-Makati. Right now I’m 26 weeks pregnant and I just thought about my first birthing experience. Let me share the details with you to the best of what I can remember 😁

I was supposed to have my prenatal check-up on March 31, 2015 at 2pm. Jhon and I were about to eat lunch at 11:30am when my water bag broke. He immediately took the baby bag and brought me to St. Clare’s Medical Center in Dian St., Palanan, Makati City. While on the way, he called my OB-Gyne, Dra. Kim Dela Rosa-Mantolino, to tell her that my water bag broke. 

We’ve reached the hospital at 12noon and I was assisted in the ER. The nurses interviewed me and made me sign some papers that I don’t remember what for. They also inserted the IV line and made me wear the hospital gown. They told Jhon to pay the deposit of Php15,000 at the Billing Area, then they brought me to the labor room at 12:30pm.

At the labor room, there was a different OB-Gyne who conducted an IE on me because Dra. Kim was still in Borough Medical Clinic-MOA. She told me I was at 2cm. There was another machine that the nurses used to monitor my baby’s heartbeat, and they also put oxygen in my nose. I started to cry because of the intense pain. When my OB-Gyne arrived, I told her that I can’t tolerate the pain anymore. She told me that she can order to give me epidural anesthesia when I reach 4cm. She ordered the nurse to give me Buscopan through IV. She talked to Jhon about giving me an epidural because my pain tolerance is low to none. Jhon enetered the labor room to check on me for 5 minutes. The pain was no joke. I thought I was gonna die. My tummy contracts every 2 minutes and it was reaaally freaking painful. The nurses and anesthesiologist were trying to calm me down and stop me from crying. 

In the labor room! 😆
At 2:30PM, I reached 4cm. The anesthesiologist started to give me epidural with the help of 4 nurses. It was so painful because the needle was big, but when the epidural was given to me, I felt numb after 10 minutes. I fell asleep at 3pm. 

At 7:30PM, Dra. Kim woke me up and told me I was already at 8cm and she taught me the right way of pushing my baby down. She told me to give my full force without opening my mouth and making any sound, and hold my breath for 10 seconds until she tells me to let go. 

After a few minutes, the nurses transferred me to the delivery room. There were 6 nurses, an anesthesiologist and a pediatrician inside the delivery room. I wasn’t feeling any pain because of the epidural. I was awake the whole time. After 4 pushes, I finally gave birth via NSD. Baby out 7:46PM, placenta out 7:49PM! 😍😁 It was a bouncing handsome baby boy!😍❤️

The nurses and the pedia cleaned my son while my OB-Gyne stitched me. I could feel the needle and thread but there was no pain at all. 

They brought Jaden to me to breastfeed for the first time and we took pictures! 😊

After that, they brought Jaden outside to show him to Jhon and bring him to the Nursery.

I was brought to the Recovery Room and stayed there for an hour, then the nurses brought me to my room where Jhon waited.

Jaden was roomed-in after 24 hours. 

We stayed in the hospital for 2 days. Our total bill was Php54,000. I wasn’t able to use my Philhealth for the discount because I wasn’t able to have the CF1 Form signed by our company HR. 

We went home on April 2, 2015 at 11am. We were given the documents and other stuff for remembrance, which I found really nice. ☺️

My overall experience with St. Clare’s Medical Center was fine. The nurses were all nice and prompt to attend to my needs, the facilities were okay, the room was clean, and the food they served weren’t bad at all. I’m planning to give birth here again to my second baby, although I’m also considering giving birth at Unihealth Parañaque Hospital and Medical Center because my OB-Gyn is also affiliated there and she told me it’s a new hospital. I think they’ve only been established 2 years ago. The maternity package there is also cheaper compared to St. Clare’s because my sister-in-law gave birth there yesterday via CS and her total bill was only Php58,000. Their NSD rate would probably be just around 35k-45k.

Posted in family, Love, Motherhood, Parenting, Toddler, Travel, Uncategorized

Zoori: Zoo at Residence Inn Tagaytay

The first time I went to Zoori was in Christmas 2007, when I was 14 years old. I went there with my mom and siblings, my aunt and cousins. We didn’t go back there after that because it was quite far from our house in Las Piñas City. 

Last Friday, March 31, 2017, was my son’s 2nd birthday. I had to go to work that day so we just ate out after my work and decided that we’ll go to Tagaytay Zoo the next day.

Yesterday, April 1, 2017, we went to Tagaytay with my brother-in-law and his wife. Since none of us knew how to go there, we used Waze. We left our house at 9:30am and we arrived in the zoo at 11am. We took the SLEX-Silang way going to Tagaytay. 

There was no parking fee. Along the parking area were a few souvenir stores. I bought a blue Tagaytay t-shirt and 2 toy cars for Jaden. The shirt was sold for Php150 and the toy cars were sold for 100 pesos. 

The entrance fee was Php249/head for adults. Kids 3ft and below can come in for free. 

Jaden took a picture with the giant chimpanzee (I’m not really sure if it’s a Chimpanzee 😅) display near the entrance. He thought it was a real “Moymoy” (that’s what he calls all kinds of monkeys 😅)

We took pictures with the birds. The fee was Php20 per head.

We decided to eat lunch first since we were already hungry. We ate at the restaurant inside the zoo. The view was beautiful and the food was amazing. We ordered the Grilled Boodle for Four, it came with 4 free small glasses of iced tea.

After eating, we walked around the zoo to look at the animals. We fed the camel and donkeys, too. There were different types of monkeys, birds, iguanas, horses, donkeys, camels, lions, tigers, wild pigs, crocodiles, snakes, fishes, and many more.

We wanted to ride the cable car because it was only for Php150 per head, but I wasn’t allowed because I’m pregnant.

There was a free magic show that started at 1pm, we watched for a while.

We then took pictures with the python. The fee was Php50 per head.

After that, we also took pictures with the tiger for Php50 per head.

We walked around and took some more pictures before going out of the zoo.

We bought 2 packs of Pastillas from the lady vendor who looked after our car while we were in the zoo. She sold it for Php35 per pack.

It was a fun day and I’m really happy that my son had fun touching and looking at the animals. It was indeed a happy birthday. Nothing makes me happier than seeing my son happy.

Posted in Love, Relationship, Uber


Last Friday, March 17, we went to SM Megamall to get some groceries and have Jaden’s hair cut. 

At around 2:30PM, Jhon said he had to go to his office in Greenhills, so I just booked an UberX going home with Jaden. It only took less than a minute for an Uber driver to accept my booking. I was surprised by the name of the driver because he has the same name as my ex’s, but when I looked at the picture, I was shocked. Yes, it was indeed my ex-boyfriend. It was too late to cancel the booking because he was parked just in front of me when I booked. He got my grocery bags and put them in the trunk while I got in the backseat of the car with Jaden. 

I never thought we’d see each other again. What’s more shocking is that we met again after exactly six years. The last time we talked was on March 17, 2011. That was when he left me hanging without any explanation. I was left with pain, heartbreak, and unanswered questions. It really shocked me to see him again on March, 17, 2017, six years after he left me hanging.

It was the most awkward moment of my life. There was only silence since Jaden was asleep. After almost 10 minutes, he looked at me through the rearview mirror and said “hi, it’s a small world, isn’t it?” I only nodded and gave an awkward smile. Then, to my surprise, he apologized. He said he realized that what he did to me was wrong, and that he got his karma. He asked for my forgiveness, saying he regrets ever doing what he did to me. He didn’t give me any explantion as to why he suddenly left me, but he was sincere in his apology. That was enough for me. I honestly never thought I’d hear any apology from him, so I felt happy that he did because I deserved that. 

I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say. I just looked at him and realized how lucky I am that I didn’t end up with him. All the questions have been finally answered. You know you’ve moved on from your ex when the things he does that looked cute to you before, looks disgusting now. 😂 I wasn’t blinded by love anymore. I can look at him straight in the eye without feeling anything. No love, no pain, no what-if’s. I can talk to him and be logical. I can be around him and see the things that turn me off. 

I don’t know why fate allowed us to meet again after exactly 6 years, but what I do know now is that sometimes, you need to bump into your ex again to realize you really don’t miss him anymore, even for a tiny bit. 

Posted in Christianity, Dreams, Love

Issues of Connection

Today in church, the pastor preached about issues of connection with God. We learned that a strong connection with God is very important in life. Every word, every preaching, every bible verse hit me straight in the heart. It hit me so hard that I want to blog about it and share it with readers as it can also help them in their lives.

Many times we pray to God asking him to make us rich, to give us financial freedom. But we get too busy with our jobs or businesses that we forget to connect to Him. We don’t go to church on Sundays for so many reasons. This is why for most people, they work so hard all their lives but it still feels like they are not prospering at all. Money is still tight, financial freedom is still a dream that seems quite impossible to achieve. This might sound funny for some people but this is true: 

“Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.” -Matthew 6:33

If you put God first, he will supply all your needs and you will never feel as if you’re trapped in poverty. 

Let me share with you some of my favorite bible verses that I’ve learned since I was in high school:
John 15:5

5 “I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.
Philippians 4:19

19 And my God will meet all your needsaccording to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.
Jeremiah 29:11

11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Numbers 14:28

28 So tell them, ‘As surely as I live’, declares the Lord, ‘I will do to you the very thing I heard you say.’
I’ve kept these verses in my mind and heart, and these have honestly helped me in times when I feel like giving up, or when I feel like I couldn’t see any bright future ahead of me. Nobody in the world lives without problems. We all have problems. But if we are with God, we will overcome these problems, and with strong faith, hard work, patience, and a good attitude, we will surely live in prosperity in God’s perfect time.

Your connection determines your supply. If you have a strong connection with God, you need not worry about the supplication of all your needs.

Posted in Halloween, Love, Motherhood, Parenting, Toddler, Uncategorized

Jaden’s 1st Halloween Costume

This would be the first time that my son will celebrate Halloween. We weren’t able to celebrate it last year because we were staying in Laguna and I had to work in Manila. 

So for this year, my aunt who lives in Anaheim, California bought a costume in Disney Store and sent it to us via LBC air cargo. It only took 7 calendar days for the package to arrive.

The costume that I asked my aunt to buy for Jaden was Buzz Lightyear because back when I was still a teenager, I’ve always adored kids in Buzz Lightyear costumes every Halloween. 

The Buzz Lightyear costume size is 18-24 months. It fits my 18-month-old son perfectly. It costs US $34.95. There was also a head gear that costs US $14.95. The head gear lights up which adds more awesomeness to the costume.

I’m so excited for my son to celebrate Halloween in this cool costume. I hope he wins the Best in Costume award! 😁😍

We bought the purple pumpkin from Toy Kingdom in SM Aura Premier for Php100.00. I chose to buy the purple pumpkin instead of the green one because Buzz Lightyear’s headgear is purple.

My Jaden Francis is so prepared for Halloween 2016! 😄🤖🎃

To infinity and beyond! 🚀

Posted in Love, Motherhood, Parenting, Relationship, Uncategorized


Having a child of my own, I can’t imagine how any mom could forsake her children, especially when they are too young and need her so much. I never really knew how much love I could give until I became a mother. And it puzzles me how there are some mothers out there who can sleep soundly every night knowing that they have abandoned their children.


I was raised by my grandmother and lived with my aunts and uncles since I was a baby. My mom had to work overseas because she was a single mom and she wanted to give me and my siblings a comfortable life. I rarely saw her when I was little. She worked 10 months a year and only came home and stayed with us for 2 months, so I wasn’t really close to her. I even thought that my aunt was my mom and my mom was just my aunt. I was 4 years old, I think, when I knew she was my mom.

When I was 10 years old my mother came home for good and took me and my siblings away from my grandmother. We lived in a different place and didn’t have any communication with my grandma, aunts, and uncles for a few years. My siblings and I lived with our mother. It felt so strange and for a few months I didn’t feel at home. I felt shy and scared to approach her or to talk to her or to even ask a simple question. I was able to adjust to living with her though, and I started to feel at home. However, my mom and I had always fought because she was so strict and I had disobeyed her most of the time. I was growing up. I was becoming a teenager. I was at that stage in my life where I thought I knew everything I needed to know about life and I thought I could already handle myself. My mom, on the other hand, had always disapproved of my choices and told me over and over again that I have to listen to her because she is always right. I was 15 years old when my mom and I started to get along, but we still had fights though because she was extremely strict and I felt like she didn’t understand how I feel because we never had a heart-to-heart talk.

When I was 17 years old, my mom and I had a fight and I ran away from home. It was on October 30, 2010. My mom told me that she never wanted to see me ever again. I went back to my grandmother. A few weeks had passed and I didn’t hear anything from my mom. She never looked for me. My grandmother called her but nothing happened. I stopped going to school because the school principal called me on my phone and said that my mom instructed them not to let me enter the school premises. I felt so devastated. I couldn’t believe my own mom could do that to me. How could any mother take away the right of having an education from her children?

I decided to look for my biological father. I got his name on my birth certificate and searched for him on Facebook and Google. I was able to find him and we met on Christmas Eve. We talked about everything blah blah blah for hours and he took a photo of us, he posted it on Facebook and tagged me. My mother saw it and it made her so furious. On February 5, 2011 I went to my mom’s house to apologize and patch things up, but she said she can never forgive me for looking for my dad. She said she can forgive all of my mistakes but she can never forgive me for going to my dad. She said she will never forgive me until she dies. I apologized and begged all to no avail. I just wanted to talk to her to explain myself but she didn’t give me a chance. She told me that I’m not her daughter anymore, and that I shouldn’t go back to her house because I’m not a part of her family anymore. She said she should’ve just had me aborted when she was still pregnant (it hurt me but I kinda got used to hearing it because she had always said that to me every time we fought).

On April 13, 2011, it was my mom’s birthday. I went back to her house but she just shooed me away. She told me she’ll call the police if I wouldn’t go away. So I did. I was crying but she didn’t care. On June 2011 I went back to her house again to try to talk to her but she didn’t open the door. I kept trying but I always failed. It was my 18th birthday on August 21, 2011 and I  kept my hopes up that she would finally forgive me and let me come home but she didn’t. I didn’t hear anything from her.

It hurt me so much. I had so many questions in my mind that were left unanswered. How could she hate her own child so much? How could she sleep soundly at night not knowing where I was? How could she eat breakfast, lunch, snacks and dinner  without even thinking if I have food to eat? How could she travel to many places happily without even thinking if I was still alive? How could she live a happy life knowing that she has abandoned her own child? But I decided to move on with my life. I started to accept the fact that my mom doesn’t want me anymore. I was still praying for her to forgive me though but I wasn’t expecting that she’ll let me come back home. I went to her house on April 13, 2012 because it was her birthday but I didn’t let her see me. I just threw a letter over the gate. I don’t know if she read it or not, but at least I tried to reach out to her (I had no other means to communicate with her because she changed her mobile number).

I went on with my life and stopped thinking about the pain. I stopped asking questions. I have learned to accept the situation. I promised myself that when the time comes that I become a mother, I will love my children unconditionally and I will never do to them what my mom did to me. No matter what mistakes they commit, no matter how big our fight gets, I will always always always forgive them and accept them when they come running back to me.

On March 31, 2015, the most amazing thing happened to me. I gave birth to a handsome baby boy. I became a mother.


It was so amazing. No words could ever describe how happy I was the moment I saw my baby. I thought to myself, I will do anything for my him. I will never let anyone hurt him, I will never let anything bad happen to him. I will give him nothing but the best. My baby is now 15 months old, turning 16 months in 4 days. I love him more and more each day and I seriously can’t imagine abandoning him.

My life would have been different if my mom didn’t abandon me. It probably wouldn’t have been so hard. I probably wouldn’t have had to go through what I’ve been through. But I don’t hate her. She’s still my mother after all. I wouldn’t be existing in this world if it wasn’t because of her. I still don’t understand why she’s like that, but I don’t hate her because I’m also a mother now and I can’t imagine my son hating me. I love my mother despite everything that happened. I love her for all the good things she had done. I love her for working so hard to give us a comfortable life. I love her for sending me to high-standard private schools (even though she didn’t let me finish). I love her for all the pricey things she bought me. I love her for supporting me and being my number one fan every time I joined school pageants and declamation contests. I love her for defending me when my classmates bullied me. I love her because she’s my mother. I choose to remember the good things in her instead of the bad. Nobody’s perfect. Not even mothers. I make mistakes as a mother, too, but I never want my son to hate me. Motherhood is hard, and being abandoned by my own mother makes it even harder. But I choose to look at the positive side of it so I could become a better mother to my son.