My Journey Through Postpartum and Life After I Kicked It's A$$!!!

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This is me.  Postbaby 7 weeks.  I haven’t blogged in quite some time, but I had this indelible urge to write again lately.  I know in a short month, I will have to prepare to take on the end of my Master’s program, so I’m voraciously doing some leisure reading and beginning to chronicle my journey as a mom of two.

My daughter loves her brother.  Yet, she has shown signs of normal regression.  Wanting to try all of the babies things.  Needing extra attention.  Oh gosh, the baby talk… cute until it gets annoying.  Hahhahaha.  Yes, I keep it real. 

At the beginning when I got home with the baby from the hospital, nothing about my daughter’s behavior annoyed me.  But set in sleep deprivation, the constant “mommy, mommy, mommy!!! Can I tell you something?” Me: “can you tell me without saying, ‘can I tell you something?'” haha, the annoying sound of the pump machine at night, homework, life, taking care of a newborn… oh, did I mention SLEEP DEPRIVATION??? then my patience becomes nonexistent.  But I am praying and hoping (although I heard from my friend that “hope is not a strategy) that I find that place of reassuring guidance, love, and patience that my daughter needs right now.  I hope I have the fortitude to learn to balance my needs FIRST without feeling GUILT.

This is when I began experiencing empathy for the first child.  I’m the second and the last in my family.  I wish parenting came with instructions or at least pictures to show you which is the right way up or down. 🙂 I say this, because recently, my husband and I have been having warfare with our daughter during homework time.  Mind you, my husband is a great instructor who is energetic and fun, but even he gets worn down when my daughter for the 100th time says “N is a U.”  Yes, they look similar, but that’s no excuse to get it wrong more than 20x in my opinion.  Yes, I can be a bit tough but I have been way too liberal in my child-rearing of her till this point (great she just came in here and found her bike we were supposed to give her on her birthday!!!).  I always allowed for her to just putz around and do things at her own will.  Well now, we are interviewing and testing for private schools, so now the tides are changing. Something in me got triggered.  I realized I can’t be lazy to raise a successful child.  

Right now, I’m trying to analyze what kind of learner my daughter is.  In the process, I have screamed my head off because my expectations are so high.  I keep telling myself in a Finding Nemo like trance, “she’s never seen this… she’s never seen this.” But I can’t use that forever.  SHE HAS SEEN THE ALPHABETS for at least two years now!!! Hahaha. 

But at the end of the day, I come to conclude that none of this has anything to do with my daughter.  It has to do with me. My demons.  I have to disconnect from my past and embrace the woman I am today.  I’m no longer the kid that was average in school because no one encouraged anything in me other than to be pretty.  More than anything, I wanted to be viewed as “smart” like my sister. Actually, I knew I was probably smarter than my sister (I think my parents knew it too… sorry hyung)… but I never tried, because things came easily for me to just pass.  I suppose this is my biggest regret.  I never lived up to my full potential or got to discover what I was good at or even excellent at.  I was a quitter.  I never looked to the end of the road to discover that hard work and effort pays hundreds folds more than quitting.  That discovery only comes with age and wisdom. 

I’m fortunate though.  I’m not my immigrant parents who couldn’t spend the time with their kids even if they wanted to because they were working hard in a foreign land to provide for their children.  I have the ability to provide the opportunities for my children that my parents did not possess.  What my kids do with these opportunities are my responsibility until it becomes time for them to bear the burden of the cross on their shoulders and learn to use what weapons and lessons I’ve given them into their lives on their own accord.

I will write about what I learned about myself during homework time in my next blog.  Thanks for reading.  Happy New Year.



ImageI like this post card.


It’s been a long time since I last posted.  Lots has changed.  I’m expecting my second baby in about two months.  The pregnancy was easy and hard at the same time for various reasons.  I was expecting twins, but one did not make it.  That will be something I get into at a later time.

But I’ve been practicing the art of putting “me” first.  I don’t have time to worry about what other people are doing.  I keep trying to make other people happy to the point where I leave no reserve for myself and that turns out horribly in the end.

I read this great interview from Julie Bowen from Modern Family about how much to give to your children.  Image

This was the interview.  It says to only give 70% of yourself to your children, because if you give 100% you will end up hating them.  Haha.  But I really think that this rings true.  No other person will understand this feeling unless you are a parent.

My therapist says I tend to guilt myself too much for things I have absolutely no control over.  Things like other people’s happiness, their health, their wealth, and I tend to feel guilty if I am not able to provide those things for them.  So I have to now make a concerted effort to really not give a sh!t when there is nothing I can do.  I literally have driven myself to physical exhaustion and at the end of the day, I don’t even get a “thank you for helping me.”  Life lessons are hard learned sometimes.

Enjoying the little things in life

Fun with Friends…

The season is coming to an end.  I don’t know if I’m happy to see 2012 come to an end.  As hard as this year proved to be, I feel like I learned so much more about myself and have learned to allow myself to have boundaries.  As a person, I feel I have definitely inched closer to becoming more whole.  Mending the broken pieces within my mind and soul, that were once hidden and locked away deep inside, has been healing.  You come to realize, at the end of the day… none of it really mattered.  All that matters is how I deal with the now.

I understand the importance of walking through difficult times with humor and dignity rather than with anger and hostility, because in the end, I’m the only one who is angry.

I am vulnerable.  Sensitive. And it’s okay.  I can, finally at age 37, allow myself to feel these feelings.  I can admit that I need help… and most of all, that I need my husband.  I used to think being needy equated with being weak.  My mindset has changed a bit.  I’m still a strong person, but only when I need to be.

I also am thoroughly embracing the fact that my boundaries with people are more clear cut.  I understand and accept that not everyone is a friend…and that is okay.

Watching O grow these past few months has been truly rewarding.  Parenting, even with all the stress and fatigue, is the best thing that has ever happened in my life.  Her dad and I feel so truly blessed.  We thank each other daily for helping create this little raggamuffin.

And what I appreciated most has been knowing the value of my friendships.  I love having my meetings with my BFF and other girlfriends… and even if for just a moment together… I love the feeling of leaving with the stress of the world off my shoulders because they took off some of the load.  I am so blessed.

I hope everyone had a safe, happy, and healthy holiday season.  I pray that you find even more joy, love, health, and happiness in the new year.



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