Saw this article in Yahoo.

It’s about having a C-Section and being proud of it. Powerful read.

I am actually surprised that there are people who feel that having a C-Section is not actually giving birth. What or who gave them that idea? Obviously, they are uninformed. What they don’t know is that CS Mothers went through this feeling of fear, uncertainty and anxiety – What if I fall asleep and miss my baby’s first cry? What if I don’t wake up… ever? What if there will be complications? Will my husband be ok? Will my baby be able to endure the sudden change of environment? How will I be able to hold my baby with the painful scar? Will my baby be ok if I don’t survive?

I had a C-Section – It doesn’t mean I am less of a Mother. I gave birth to a beautiful baby whom I love more than my life. I provide, I take care, I nurture. And that makes me a Mom.

Mama Musings

After giving birth, I realized that I was not “briefed” on everything. So I decided to share my daily learnings via this Tumblr site.





Go check it out.

2014 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,800 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 30 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

My Husband

So let me introduce to you the man who made my dreams come true.


He’s Dan, the ideal guy. The man who argues with me on who loves who more. The protector who wouldn’t let me cross the street alone, who remains restless when I tell him I will walk home after work. The provider who works hard for our future. The Kitchen Master who washes the dishes everyday so that I can rest. My superman who saved me from panic while under water.  The comic who makes me laugh all the time. The future daddy who couldn’t wait to see his son or daughter during ultrasound. The loving son who makes sure that his mom is always ok. The responsible son-in-law who teaches my dad how to work his gadgets.

He’s my man.

My life.

My everything.

My World

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