Deleted because that’s just me ugly and sad. Lesson learned never feel sad. always be happy.
My last born baby. I call you #thelaststallion. You came too soon but we love you just the same. Mama was trying to get back her body when you came 5 months after your sister was born. Mama was nervous about the pregnancy because I just had your sister but you were meant to be. You just came along at the right time because mama don’t want to get pregnant when she turns 40. Indeed, you were born when mama was 39.
You completed our team. I can say now a family of 5, two boys and a girl plus Lilly. Your big brother adores you and always asks you “Are you ok James?” or he will just say “I love you, James”!!! and mama’s heart melts. Chiara always send you kisses as she can speak only few words. Papa and Mama will be forever grateful to God for giving us wonderful babies like you guys. I felt honored to be entrusted with these wonderful children. Continue reading
Bonjour à tous!
I gave birth in France, thrice, yes, you read it right! THRICE! I, myself cannot believe I have three babies in three years. How that happened? Anyway, you have maybe an idea how it is giving birth in France. Maybe I like it that I did it three times. For now, let’s concentrate on the food.
As we all know France is famous for food. Well, in my opinion, from someone who lived both in France and Italy, I would say no other country can top Italian cuisine. Japan, maybe, just maybe as I am Asian 😉
Ok, let’s go to the main topic. Giving birth thrice in France, I look forward for the food because they are very well planned and balanced aside from the fact that they don’t really taste how do I call it “hospital food”. As we all know “hospital food ” has different connotation in our mind, as gross as we think about it. Forgive me, if I am wrong or is it only me who think that way.
Here are the food they served me while waiting to give birth, right after giving birth and the days after. Continue reading
Dear Chiara Léa,
My little super beautiful, smart and adorable little girl. You are a wonderful gift to mama, papa and to your brother. We love you dearly. What a fun summer we had! We traveled to Italy this summer and how fun it was. I hope you enjoyed your second summer as much as we did. But I’m sure you did. You enjoyed the beach fun with your brother. You turned one year old, and got baptized. I can’t count how many “prosecco’s” we’d opened to cheer with family and friends from Padova to Ancona to the South in Bitonto! Like your brother you are a big blessing to us! Papa’s lucky charm. You don’t know it yet but papa passed his “concours” (french) for the top job! You are all assured of a bright future by now. Papa did really well because you guys are his inspiration. Without you, all will be vague and blurry. Mama need to stay home to take care of you. But with you, our children, we knew we wanted to give you the best future you deserve! Only the best for you. Continue reading
Bonjour tout le monde!
I love this article about raising kids so I’m sharing it here.
Just click on the link below.
In the midst of darkness;
no one’s business;
crap is all you see.
you chose positivity
but someone’s pull out negativity,
the battle is on going,
sometime’s it’s almost the end,
hang on to the rope,
I’ll hold your hand and never let go,
but you are “seul”
gotta hang for yourself,
and the life you made through,
Is it worth it?
Is it worthy?
Is it me?
the “seul” me is the culprit;
the life has been taken away,
returning is not in bright sight,
the stars’ the moon, and the universe in general,
shall I continue?
shall I know you?
Self? Self? Self?
Oh! you’ve been knackered,
stand up, stand tall, stand still,
fight all your falling pieces
until dawn, until unknown
no one will do
because you are “seul”.
Oh! how I love you!
will you fight for me too?
answers are deaf in the flowing river;
the wind blowing,
the biting cold is real and the leaves whisper to your ears
move on, move on,
everyday is an opportunity,
just live on,
you aren’t “seul”
you aren’t “seul”
you have the universe,
to chase and believe,
live on, live on,
stay still, stay strong,
go on, fight the battle,
because you are not “seul”
Dear Thomas Francesco,
First, don’t get mad about the title. We call you “TOMATO” because of your love for tomatoes, tomates, pomodoro, whatever we call it. During weekdays after your “creche” you always asked for tomato, carrot and cucumber and by that, we love you for your love for vegetables.
I plan to write my feelings and dreams for you, so you can read this even when you are adult and if you are having rough times this serves as a reminder that you have a family, a mama and papa and now a sister who will always be there for you that you can always count on. I hope this will remind you that mama and papa love you very, very much. Continue reading
Hello everyone! Hope everyone is doing great.
I so wanted to write about this because there are very few articles about this on Internet especially for women who just gave birth experiencing this. I already wrote this long time ago when my hives are still in full bloom ;( but because time is my enemy it is only now that I was able to published.
So what is POST PARTUM HIVES? I am not aware of this until I experienced this by myself. We all knew what hives is. It is something you don’t want to have because of its itchiness and swollen skin. Hives can happen to everyone and according to what I’ve read it affects at least 20% of women after giving birth. Unfortunately, that includes me. It’s a mystery for me as I never had allergies in my life. It’s very disturbing and horrible. Continue reading
Hello beautiful world! Yes, I am that positive! I still believe we live in a beautiful world. Hello beautiful people in this beautiful world! 😉 That’s more accurate, right?
Well, I am musing on some random thoughts lately that I decided to go back on my blog. I know, I know, it’s been a while that I have written my thoughts here. I hope this will be the start of my writing career again 😉
I have a lot of stories and experiences to share and I hope I’ll be able to share them here one by one. But just lately I am feeling blue that I can’t help to write them down here. I don’t know what it is about. I feel sad these past few days. Continue reading