Here’s hoping tomorrow is going to be a good day. In the last week, we’ve had broken sleep, stress, sickness, vomiting and nausea. Our home is in desperate need of some good health and happiness!
Hope you all had a lovely weekend! I’m planning on having a boring Monday, procrastinating, and wishing it was Sunday again. 😭🙄
B O N S I M A N!!! ( meaning in Papiamento have a great week) that’s what we wish each other on this #island
🌴 at the start of every new week... back on island life - I asked my #kids
which they prefer - San Francisco or Curacao - their answer: BOTH!!!! Can we have both? YES you C A N!!! 💥😃
5 quick tips to get to that state of that happiness attitude
🌈 Develop an attitude of gratitude 💫Once it’s past let it go
🌈Ignore what people say about you
💫Look for the good in every situation 🌈Don’t listen to gossip 🌺
Jennie, Montréal QC (1/4)
"I always wanted to have kids, something about dedicating yourself to someone else, caring in a meaningful way. I had been single for a while when I met the father of my children. I had this urgency to start having babies. Although it wasn’t as clear for him, he got on board, and I got pregnant very quickly. I had this idea that my life would be just as it was before I had a kid. I put a lot of pressure on myself to remain ‘the same.’ I guess I’d seen a lot of mothers around me change and talk only about their kids. I was a hair stylist back then, and I worked until very late in my pregnancy. I labored for four days before my daughter was born. I was exhausted, but I finally gave birth very quickly on the fourth day. She was tiny, 4 pounds and 14 ounces. I was 36 weeks and 6 days, and although they never told me she was considered premature, they started the protocol without our consent. The first night a nurse came into the room to get her, and I was just like, ‘Whatever, I’m exhausted, take her.’ But a couple of hours later I woke up and she wasn’t back. We found out they were poking her every three hours to check her glycemia. If she failed, they would supplement by gavage feeding. None of that had been explained to us. We fought really hard against the gavage, so they would poke her, then give her to me to feed. Of course, she associated the needles with the breast and never wanted to breastfeed ever again. She also ended up with jaundice. They got her into an incubator and I wasn’t allowed to hold her or to nurse anymore. I believe the ‘risk zero’ doesn't exist, even at the hospital. Parents should be part of the decision process when it comes to their child. To go through a medical battle like this one when you’re not used to it, it is exhausting."