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Goodbye 2019, Hello 2020!

We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year’s Day.
~ Edith Lovejoy Pierce

I would say 2019 was the harshest year I have ever encountered all my life, next was 2018. It made me almost pinned to the ground and very depressed because of two consecutive years of trials and challenges. It made me feel so unworthy, selfish, ugly, worthless – all negative things you can think about, I have felt it. Continue reading Goodbye 2019, Hello 2020!

Meet Our Bundle of Joy ~ Sky..

“And then my soul saw you and it kind of went “Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

It was a day after Qatar’s National Day, I was 37 weeks and 3 days pregnant and was scheduled for induced labour. My OB-GYN was against in waiting until my due date since I have Gestational Diabetes and asthma. But he allowed me to try normal delivery through induced labour.

I was scheduled to be induced at 8AM, 19th December 2018. My husband didn’t have any sleep as he came directly from a restless workweek due to the celebrations. He was so tired, but he was with me at the labour room waiting for the contractions to happen.

We waited for around 3-4 hours for any strong contractions that would help me in my labour and they already gave me the full dose of medicine, still, I could only feel slight thumps on my belly. They checked the baby if she was in any distress or anything was wrong. They found nothing, the baby was just sleeping soundly inside and my OB-GYN said she was just too big for me to come out normally.

At around 11AM, my OB-GYN finally decided that I’d be on an emergency cesarian section at 130PM since he didn’t want to wait for the baby to be distressed. He was so nice to explain to me in English then to my husband in Arabic (my OB-GYN is Egyptian and my husband is Moroccan) so that we both know the situation. My husband who had not been able to sleep for even a while had to go back to the restaurant he manages to check his staff and eat something as his last meal was the night before.

It was already 130PM and my husband was nowhere to be found. His battery was empty and we couldn’t reach his work phone as well. The OB-GYN was waiting for my husband since I couldn’t be sent to the operating room without his consent as it was major surgery. We tried all ways to contact him until finally, he came before 230PM stating he was stuck in traffic and had no time to charge his phone.

I was sent to the operating room at 230PM and the last thing I remembered was that I was being told to just calm down and relax. And boom! Off to dreamland.

My baby came out at exactly 258PM, 19th December 2018, weighing 3.65kgs and has the chubbiest cheeks ever! She has the cutest red lips and chinky eyes. I wasn’t able to see her until I was brought back to my room (I was knocked out from the anaesthesia for an hour). My husband was the one who held her first (I am uberly jealous!).

And just like that ~ I am completely, madly in love with this little Filipino-Moroccan… ♥♥♥

Argan Moroccan Restaurant

They say that the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. How about to a woman’s heart? I can say it is the same – food, and it should be good food.

A few days ago, we went to a Moroccan restaurant here in Doha. This has been a long overdue plan because we either didn’t have time to go or when we did have, the restaurant is closed. Finally, we both had the time then and the restaurant was open even if it was late afternoon on a Monday. Continue reading Argan Moroccan Restaurant

My Time…

There are factors in life that you always have to consider — one of them is Time.

As they say, Time is gold. And once Time has escaped your grasp, no matter how much you want it back, there’s nothing you can do with it. It is forever gone.

Am I now losing my grip on Time? It does seem so. I feel like I am beginning to lose even my own identity. It feels like I am on a cliff hanging and anytime soon I’ll be falling. And there’s no one there to save me. That’s how I feel now.

When I was younger, I have always thought I have all the time in the world to do all the things I want.. I kept on procrastinating on most of my decisions thinking I can do it some other time. But it seemed I have lost all of it and I’m running as fast as I can to catch it but to no avail.

Until when can I feel this relentless battle with time? Can we be friends a little? Can it be a little friendly to me and slow down a little so I can keep up?

Should I just stop trying to keep up with it? Let it go and just go with the flow of life? But what will happen to me after?

The more I try to answer these questions, the more questions are added to my list.

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