How Mommy Became a WAHMmy

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.
-- Agatha Christie

Not too long ago, if a mother was asked to choose between her career over her family, the answer would always be the latter, and the decision wouldn't be as hard. But nowadays, this is definitely not the case.

Fatherhood and My Fervent Prayer

I am the only girl in a brood of three. I'm also the eldest. I grew up hard-headed, stubborn, rebellious (to a certain extent), a tad insecure, and had only recently found my center when I become a wife and a mother.

I'm a Daddy's Girl. My father is like my bestest friend (pardon the intentional grammatical error. done for maximum word impact. hehe.) ever. I enjoy our debate dinners, our little political and ideological chitchats over coffee and pork barbecue, and I had absolutely basked in the glory of being his spoiled little girl when I was younger. I pretty much always got what I wanted, when I asked him for it.

Admitted Baby, Confused Mommy

Last Wednesday, May 25 2011, my little Keisha came home from spending some time at her lola's place (which was like 5 minutes away from our house). I touched her hand, and her forehead, and she felt kind of hot. The mommy instinct in me insisted that the little one is running a fever.

I took her temperature when she was asleep that night, and true enough, it was in the 38 °C range. I wasn't too bothered by this at that time, and just gave her paracetamol. She had a cold after all, and I thought then that the increase in temperature was just normal because of that.