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31
Aug 09

Nannying Part II

“Madam, can you please call the store? I will buy cellphone load because my friend is sick. I will call her.” said the maid at around 6p.m. last night.

“OK. Get the phone and I’ll call the store.” I said.

At 9p.m., someone called her, and she was teary-eyed. Did I sense drama?

“Why?” I asked.

“My friend is so sick. I will go there tonight.”

“Are you sure? What is her illness? You know I have a baby you can’t just go to the hospital.”

“It’s bad that I won’t see her. She might be dead.” Then tears fell on her eyes.

OH GOD. What a crazy idea! Why would she sacrifice herself for her friend when in fact she just can’t go out because…of delicate matter.

“Can you just call your friend?”

“No. I must see her.”

“OK. I will ask your sir about his decision.”

I called my husband on his mobile, and the maid went to her bedroom. When she came back to the living room, she already changed her clothes. Continue reading →

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30
Aug 09

Nannying

I hate it when I become so kind to wrong people. Oftentimes, someone would take advantage of my kindness – like my househelp. It’s as if she regards us as her sister/brother (her bosses at home). Last night, I was telling hubby that our househelp sleeps a lot; she can sleep for straight long hours of 7 or 8 hours at night, and one hour in the morning and a nap of one or two hours in the afternoon.

How about me, the new mom? I’m lucky to get an uninterrupted sleep of two hours at night, and 30minutes of sleep in the afternoon. Goly crap. I don’t complain being a new mom with no sleep at all. What am I complaining is the fact that this helper is so irresponsible.

She rarely cleans the house. She does clean but only on the surface. She cooks food but at times that it’s already late. She loves to watch movies. She loves to sleep.

This morning, I gave her my baby at around 7a.m., for I had to sleep for at least three hours before my baby would eat her solid. I slept until 10a.m., and started preparing baby’s food. I told hubby to tell our helper to wake up at 6a.m., instead of 7a.m., and she must get our baby from our room at around 7a.m. so that I can sleep until 10a.m. This morning, too, I told her to clean everything in the living room. Gosh, I heard her say that she cleans everything in the living room at least once a week. Golly. We are situated in a country where there is always a sandstorm. What can you expect in your place? Of course, the sand and dust. How come she’s so stubborn and so negligent of her work?

This afternoon, while she was looking after baby (baby’s watching the video Baby Einstein), this helper fell asleep. I told her to look after my baby, and she mustn’t sleep! For heaven’s sake! I told her that she sleeps a lot; that she sleeps for straight 8 hours a night! How come that she must sleep still in the afternoon? It must be my fault. When she was still new here at home, I told her to take a nap in the afternoon. That was because my baby was still too young, and I was just the one looking after my baby. I told her, too, that I have a friend who works as helper for a local resident here, and this friend of mine wakes up at night to prepare the milk and carry the baby of her employer cries at night! I told her, too, that at this house, she’s lucky because I don’t require her to do that! But she MUST be very responsible when she looks after my baby! She shouldn’t sleep during the day! Continue reading →

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12
Aug 09

Gap between worker and boss at home

I’m angry as I write this. I know that at times like this, I shouldn’t write, for, I would be able to write things that I don’t want to write here. Anyway, this post will serve as a lesson to those mommies out there who have household helpers.

Just a minute ago, my helper asked me something that shouldn’t be asked from me in the first place. I am her boss in this house. I knew that it was my fault why she is asking me that way – just like a friend – it seems she doesn’t regard me as her boss. My golly. If I have to look back, I knew that I did treat her nicely, and that she had gone overboard. Let me recount the ways.

I still remember it well. April 30. The first time she went to our house, she had the sweetest smile a person could give to others. That smile assured me that she is of good character; that she is kind; that she is full of respect; that she will be forever good as a worker, and much more as a person. I trusted her in an instant. My husband did the same.

For two weeks she worked diligently. She woke up at 7a.m.; cleaned the living room, the bathroom, the kitchen; and, cooked our food with stylish presentation. We gave her everything that she would need. I gave her my new towel. We gave her four sets of clothes with matching sleeves and pants. We gave her a pair of slippers. I gave her my Victoria’s secret lotion. I gave her a set of my pedicure/manicure kit. I gave her sets of undees. And more….of which, the most important thing, I treated her well, like a real human being (unlike her previous boss here and all others here who maltreat maids). I don’t count. It’s just that…let me continue my story…

In that span of two weeks, she cried over her problems for three days. She asked for my help to let her go to the Embassy so she could go home, back to her home country. I gave her half of her monthly salary even though she only rendered her services for 13 days. I gave her food to curb her hunger during her stay there. I did not hesitate to help her out and listen to her ordeals.

When she asked us to let her come back to our place last month, we didn’t hesitate a bit. We accepted her wholeheartedly. Then after five days of accepting her AGAIN, her dramas in life soared to the highest level. This time, I wasn’t accommodating of her manipulative schemes. The second time around that she would full me again of her tantrums, I never gave her a chance. I told her firmly, “if you wanted to go out, go, and never come back”. Then she sorted her problems out, telling me of her problems everyday, like a sick tape recorder. I had to be kind for my baby’s sake, for my family’s sake here. She takes care of my baby. She cooks our food. I HAVE TO BE KIND. In fact, I am kind. Continue reading →

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19
May 09

Blog update on childbirth, motherhood, and more…

It’s been almost two months since I last blogged in here. I feel overwhelmed on what to write, where to start, or even how I am going to write all things that I need to update this blog about.

I am here sitting in my favorite place, my reading corner, at home, while my baby sleeps in her bed. Yep, I already gave birth to my precious baby girl, who’s turning two months by May 27. I thank God for the gift of life He showered upon me and my baby during the labor and delivery.

LABOR AND CHILDBIRTH

If I have to relive or experience again in my imagination what I had gone through last March 27, it would be hard to tell piece by piece, moment by moment those excruciating pains; but, yes, they were so worthwhile as I await for my baby to come out. I quite didn’t expect though that I would deliver on the month of March, especially on the day of March 27. My 6th OBGyne scheduled me for another ultrasound on March 29 then even though it was against my will. We were supposed to go to the mall on March 27; but as early as 5:30a.m., I saw blood stains in my urine. I wiped down under and, indeed, there was blood. I kinda panicked. I went back to bed, and woke up husband. He said it’s not my time yet to deliver. It’s normal since I was already on my last trimester. I just laid my back on the back, and was already nervous at the thought of giving birth at that time. Every time I went to pee, there was blood in my urine, and a few minutes after 6a.m., there was sort of urine leak. I wasn’t sure if it was urine or water. By 7:30a.m., another set of water/urine leak. This time, hubby and I were already hugging each other while crying, most probably, tears of joy. “This is for real now; we’d be parents!” It’s what we were probably thinking that time. We timed my contractions, and they were not consistent yet because the intervals were far apart from one another. However, since we’re first time parents, we decided to go to the hospital at around 11:30a.m. to be checked by the doctor. At the hospital, the first doctor examined me internally and it was so painful! The first IE was 2c.m. at 12:30p.m. It was so painful I bled. I was thinking why I ever went to the hospital early on. Although the dilation was just 2c.m., the doctor decided to admit me after she had confirmed that I already leaked my amniotic fluid. Continue reading →

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