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Turning 30…

The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.

– Lucille Ball


No, this is not my birthday cake. It is my Baby's when she turned 1 month old...


Guess Baby's age now? Hehe ūüėČ

They say it is rude to ask a lady their age.

Well, there is some truth to that.¬† I feel my skin crawl each time someone asks me how old I am.¬† I don’t know.¬† It’s just me, I guess. And some billion other ladies out there.¬† Ha ha!¬† But frankly, I do not answer the question.¬† I just laugh it off to change the subject.¬† And if the person is sensitive enough, he/she should shift to the next topic.

Statistics had shown that AGE is one of the top 3 things that people lie about.¬† With one’s INCOME and SEX LIFE¬† following consecutively.

That made me think.

Perhaps the reason why people are quite uncomfortable when being asked about their age is that a truth in the form of a 2-digit number flashes at the back of their heads. People starts to panic seeing this number flashing mercilessly¬† deep within and starts asking themselves, “Will I tell the truth?”,¬†¬† “Is my age so apparent?”, “Will my age ruin my perfectly done face lift?”, “Will I be judged?”.¬† Tsk tsk.¬† Truth is never kind, you know.

Or perhaps people are hesitant to tell their age because deep down inside, they know they had failed to act their age and feel sorry about it.   I admit  that happens to me quite often. Ha ha!

I  turned 30 last 18th of April.  I am proud to say that my greatest achievement in life, so far in the past 30 years,  was to bear a beautiful daughter.  My baby just outshines my all other accomplishments.

Proud Mom at 30.

Proud Mom at 30.

Now that I am at my third decade of existence, it just made me stop to wonder the events in my life that are both significant and mundane.  Should I be ashamed of my age?  I had realized that I need not be.  I am too blessed to be keeping  my age to myself.  Just too blessed.  Posting my true age in cyberspace is but proof  that I am now proud of reaching this point of my life.

Indeed, age is a very high price to pay for maturity.

Welcome to the Cesarean Club!

It has been exactly a month and 5 days since I had lain on an operating room and zipped open to get my pretty baby from my abdomen.

Ok… ok… say that I am morbid… but I am telling you, the recovery from a C-section delivery is NOT a pleasant experience.¬† My definition of PAIN was radically changed.

As I had mentioned,¬† it has been over a month and never did a day pass that I haven’t felt some form of pain or discomfort on the area of my stitches or at my lower back where I got my epidural.¬† Gahd!! I am telling you the pain is sheer agony at my lower back each time I try to bend over.¬† I feel my body breaking in two.paracetamol

My OB-GYNE says the pain should be anticipated.¬† I am allergic to mefenamic acid, so she prescribes me a mild analgesic-¬† paracetamol every 4 hrs or as needed.¬† I think “mild” analgesic is an understatement!!! I am watching the clock like crazy as to when I can pop my next tablet of paracetamol to rid me of this damn pain.¬† I guess I am the type of person that is tolerant of pain.¬† But being given a daily dose of pain for over a month is beyond my frail tender body can handle.

Aside from my litany of pain, I experience weird mood swings.  I feel bored as minutes tick away. I sometimes lose appetite.  I want to go out, but rather stay at home and be in my pajamas all day.  I even cry over the lamest soap opera on TV.  I also cry and laugh at the same time when I watch my baby sleeping at night.  Gahd!!!!! Am I going mad?!

I had scoured the internet regarding C-section post partum, but I was quite disappointed.¬† Everything sounded like textbooks preaching the do’s and dont’s.¬† Some sites are even threatening, citing that 50-75% of new mothers are affected by some form of depression, with mothers who had c-section at higher risk.¬† Duh?!¬† Great! Exactly what I wanted to hear to cheer my little heart.¬† The sites even had categorized such depressions.¬† The mild condition is called¬† “baby blues”;¬† the moderate form, “postpartum depression”; and the severe type “postpartum psychosis”.¬†¬† Hmmm… where does my sanity lie on those categories?

I don’t like baby blues.¬† I like baby pink.

According to the cruel websites, postpartum lasts for 6 weeks.  Well, I am still 9 days short of ending my sweet dose of pain.

If you share my sentiments in any way… speak out…