This week I have been reminissing with old photos as I have found the site flickr. Aparently I created an account a long time ago and now I get to see my old photos from when I was in my 20’s. As for work, I took a few days off this week as it was my daughters birthday and was my mother in laws birthday. We celebrated all week with cake and pokemon. My baby girl really enjoys playing pokmonGo game and likes to watch the cartoon. She’s an old soul. As she also likes music from the 90’s and some rock and roll from the 80’s. We’ll see how far she’ll go down the years. Who knows, she may like music from the 50’s. I’ve got some in my stach of CD, I’ll have her take a listen and I’ll report back to you.
The rest of the work week was bananas. So much to catch up on. And I noticed that the multiple people who were covering for me, were only able to take care of the work that I do. So, dear boss, please notice that I do a lot of work during my time and I would like to be complensated as such. Thank you!!
It’s Monday and I wake up at four in the morning, really hungry. I go to the kitchen and have myself a snack of some chocolate. These little chocolate pieces make me really thirsty and I drink down a big old glass of water. I then go back to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. I take out my phone and start looking through my social media. I wind up looking through hair transformations. Ones where the hair dresser is showing the viewer how to cut the hair. There was one that showed how to cut bangs that look like a cut from the 70’s. Turns out, it’s really nice. I may get that cut in a few years. After I cut my long hair and donate it. I will then grow it out again and get myself a 70’s bangs look. Who knows it may look right with my jaw line. I eventually fall asleep on top of my phone and then my alarm goes startles me at 6:15AM. I’m not ready to get up yet. I am groggy and just don’t wanna. I turn it off and sleep until my other alarm of 7AM. This time I do get up and I get ready to get onto my treadmill. I walk for about an hour and then I do some other excersises. At this point, my tummy is rumbling, again. The chocolate I ate at four this morning didn’t hold up for very long. I get my coffee and breakfast going then I continue my stretches and as the toaster dings, I drop everything and go ahead and eat my breakfast. I then head to the shower and I take my time getting clean. I usually have to rush through my shower since I have to hurry it up and get to my bedroom/office and get to work. But today I have off from work so I am not worried about the time taken in the warm water.
Later in the morning, I go to the basement and get all of my baby girl’s presents and place them in gift bags for tomorrow morning’s birthday surprise. I have a bunch of presents that, that ultimately she knows about as she picked them out online. She’s just not sure if I got all of them or just some of them hence surprises. She picked out carebears LOL dolls, coloring books and some other toys. Grandma has purchased her all of they things she wants plus things she needs, like a new pair of sneakers. Her little feet are growing and they’re almost ready to fit into my shoes. I have a small foot, my size is a 51/2 and she is almost there. Also, she is almost my height. It is no surprise her little feet are almost my size. She is going to be a tall girl, I think.
After, taking care of my little one’s gifts, I clean out the garbage that is out on the back porch. We’ve cleaned up the basement a bit and we have a bunch of glass vases, bags and kid items that we no longer need and I place them out on the curb. It’s a rainy day but I hope that someone picks up the toys and glass items I’ve placed out on the curb. I rather someone upcycle the items as oposed to have them go into the dumpster. Later in the day, I notice that the glass items and baby items had been taken by someone. I’m glad, I hope the items will be recycled or upcycled. While doing all of that work, I am listening to the rest of the book that I’ve been working on the past week; Dare to Lead by Brene Brown. She talks about vulnerability and personal information about herself. It is a great book with a lot of good information about personal growth.
I’ve learned that March is Internationl Women’s Month. Here’s to all of the the great women who make things happen. I’d like to give a big thanks to all of the women in my life who are supportive of me and other women.
It’s Tuesday the 2nd of March and it is my little ones birthday! She is turning seven years old today. I remember the first time I saw her. She had bubbles coming out of her mouth and she was so tiny and very cute. I of course, was a mess. I had a c-section and couldn’t feel anything from my neck down so I was really unconfortable at that time. I was so numbed up that I couldn’t even hold her in fear of my numbness. I’m sure the doctors and nurses wouldn’t let anything happen to my little baby. But it was a terrible feeling, all that numbness. I remeber that at one point during my numbness telling my brain to move my feet and I could not do it. This really bothered me. Thinking about it, to this day, it still gives me the chills. I did not like that feeling of not being able to do what my brain was comanding my body to do.
As for my little angel, she had to go into the nicu as she was so little. The next day was when it all whent sideways. I didn’t feel right and after a day or two, my lungs decided to tell me to f*ck off and I cought pneumonia and couldn’t see my baby because it could be contagious. I then got even sicker and my lungs collapsed. At this point everything went black. I don’t remember much, if anything after that. Apparently, I had to have an oxygen mask placed on my face as I wasn’t getting enough oxygen to my bloodstream. I think that at one point there wasn’t enough oxygen going into my brain. I still have the scars from when the nurses took my blood oxygen levels from my writsts. In the years after my little one was born, I payed dearly for that lack of oxygen. My short term memory did not work well, if at all, at times and past trauma that had been pulled deep inside my head, at the bottom pits of my brain, all came back up to the surface. It was a rough few years for me and my family. Luckily for my little one, she recouped beautifully. She was born ahead of her time, but she is a trooper and did very well in the nicu. Meanwhile, I was recouping and I needed to learn to get my balance back as I was in a hospital bed or about three months straight. My lungs really f*cked me over. I had to go from one hospital to another in order to do my rehab. I needed to learn how to walk again and I needed to have an oxygen tank with me at all times. Once I got home, it wasn’t over. I still needed physical therapy and a whole lot of mental health help. Thank gooness my mother in law is here with us and helping us out with our little one. Our heads were in such tailspins that we wouldn’t be able to handle our little bundle of joy all by ourselves.
Fast forward a few years and my little one is thriving and doing well. She is doing so well in school this year and I am so very proud of her. She has been schooling from home, due to covid, and she has been doing exceptionally well. Thanks again to Grandma. She pushes our little one to do her best and keeps her concentrated on what she has to do. I am very proud of my little munchkin.
As for work, I took off today. Since we can’t have a nice and big celebration for my little one’s birthday. We will do something small, at home, with just the four of us. But it will be grandious. I have a bunch of things planned. We’ve gotten her all of the gifts that she wants and a few more things that she needs. This will hopefully be a very special day for her.
It’s Wednesday and the house is up at six in the morning. We are all getting daddy ready for work. Poor guy is so tired he worke up way after the alarm clock. I heard something go off, but fell back to sleep. He then got up all startled. I asked him if he was ok and he said he was already late for work. I asked if he wanted help and he said yes. By the time I got out of bed, my little one was up too and ready to help daddy with whatever he asks for. Which is usually hugs and kisses. Her daddy needs all of those in the morning whenever she is up with him. It’s very cute to watch.
Thursday is a blur. I’ve gone back to work and I have over 400 emails to go through. I feel buried with all of these correspondences. I’m online until about six in the evening getting all of my work done. This is exausting. Taking a few days off from work feels like a month with all of the emails and IMs. Can’t type too much today, I’ve got work to do. But, hey, I am happy to do it. I notice the few people that covered for me had a lot of work to do and had a hard time doing their own work. I don’t know about you, but this sounds like job security to me. I do all of that work and then some. Hopefully the bosses will realize that and it’ll give me a leg up on my career at the company.
It’s Friday and I am not up for my treadmill this morning. I oversleep a little and wake up just in time to get to my bedroom/office and get to work. I’m still looking through all of the emails from earlier in the week. Plus some more that I’ve received yesterday and today. Lots and lots of work today. In the evening I am talking to one of my longtime friends, Sara. She was the first friend that I made in my elementary school when my family and I moved to the States Anyway, she is an Amway representative and I am looking through her site to find something to purchase. I find a lotion that I like and I place an order for the product. I will let you know how I like it. My friend said there is a guarantee for all of the products and that places me at ease. I have an issue with a lot of the lotions that I’ve used in the past as almost all of them burn my eyes. Don’t know what kind of ingredient they have, but man oh man do my eyes burn. So much so, that my eyes start to tear up. This usually starts to happen in the afternoon. I put on my lotion in the morning, during the day we’re all ok. Then by 5PM or so, my eyes start to burn and I’m tearing up. Plus, wearing glasses doesn’t help as the lotion starts to run into my eyes or something and there you go, I’m crying.
In the evenig, I am on a photo saving website and I find old treasures. Photos of myself in my 20’s, photos of my husband I while we were dating and some photos with our dear friends. I’ve posted them on my social media sites and am having fun with messaging my friends back and forth.
Until next time.
Stay Safe!
Isabel
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