My eldest son, Ken, is already 7 years old when I got pregnant again with JOAQUI. It was a high risk and difficult pregnancy for me. I experience bleeding on my first trimester up to the eight month before I gave birth. I was always in the hospital due to occasional cramps that I am going through. My OB-Gynecologist advised me to have a bed rest for a couple of months or until my condition gets really well. My loving husband took care of me while he’s at home before going to work, as well as my mom but she doesn’t live in our house, she just visits me from time to time and relatives who live nearby. They made sure that everything I need is not just a step away, but exactly beside my bed. But of course, I can’t avoid the situation that I had to get up because I have a 7-year old son who’s going to school every morning. Of course I am a mom and I can’t just be lying in bed while my son needs me to button down his school uniform and prepare his cereal in the morning. It’s not a heavy
Don't look at the surface. There is more to that. There's more to this apparently friendly, cheerful, and strong woman than meets the eye. She handles almost everything on her own. There are times when she feels that the world is on her shoulders but she always choose to endure it without passing the burden to anybody else. She trained herself to put the "happy mask" on when she has to face the world outside because she knew that everybody around her is sticking their nose into her life waiting for her downfall. She wouldn't give that kind of satisfaction to them. She trained herself to find positivity amidst every negative situation. She tries to find solution instead of playing the whining and blaming game. And what's good about her? She's happy seeing other people happy. She loves to be surrounded by happy people who she thinks will help her uplift her spirit. She got betrayed so many times by the people she trusted too much, by the people she shared he