How Did They Do It?!

 How Did They Do It?! 

Sometimes I sit and wonder…

how on earth did our parents, grandparents, aunties and uncles raise 5–8 kids?!

Like… HOW?? 😂

Motherhood? This is next level.

My grandparents had six children. SIX.

One of my aunties and uncles have four kids and they were both working too (well… my uncle was working extra hard).

And all my cousins?

Their ages were like stairs, one after the other 😂

And guess who was the official babysitter?

Yes. Me. The unpaid legend. 😌

My payment?

Snacks… and halo-halo. That’s it. 😂

Honestly, I was easy to bribe.

So shoutout to my cousins. I helped raise you all well, okay?!

A little appreciation wouldn’t hurt… just saying 😏😂

Now they all have their own families…

And now that I have mine too, I keep thinking

How did they manage everything at the same time??

I think part of it was because they had a strong extended family.

There was always someone ready to help.

Me?

I don’t have that here sometimes 😭

It’s just me and my husband (it’s all good… just sharing honestly 😂).

Also… my uncle could cook AMAZING food.

My husband? Hmm… he passes… we’re getting there 😂

My uncle basically did almost everything at home like a super dad.

My husband? He helps too… and I appreciate that 💛

But seriously

this role is not easy.

Motherhood is a whole different level.

Not just physically… but emotionally too.

To all the mums out there......

this is a game of strength.......

Physical strength. Emotional strength. Mental strength.

But you know what I realised?

I actually have a strength in me that I didn’t know existed.

Things I thought I could never handle before…

I’m handling now.

Because once you become a mum, you realise

you grow into the role, even on the hard days.

And yes, there are moments when stress hits.

Sometimes I imagine I have superpowers 😂

Like:

“Hey stove, cook my kids’ favourite food already.”

“Laundry, hang yourselves… and when you’re dry, fold yourselves too and go straight into your drawers, okay?”

“Vacuum, clean the house. Mop, follow after. And please wash yourself when you’re done.”

I mean… is that too much to ask?? 😂

Just a little wishful thinking 😌

At the end of the day

even though it’s hard… it’s also beautiful. 🥰🥰🥰

We survive. We grow. We love harder.

My stress relievers?

Good food.

A good movie.

Good music.

And laughing with my husband…

Sometimes that laughter turns into… something else 😏😂

(hey… that relieves stress too hahaha)

A little note to all mums🥰

If you’re tired, overwhelmed, or questioning yourself

you’re not alone.

You’re doing better than you think.

Your kids don’t need a perfect mum…

they just need you.

So take a breath, give yourself some grace,

and keep going one day at a time.

You’ve got this, mumma. Always!!!!!

"What’s for Dinner?” The Eternal Question That Haunts Every Mom.

 

“What’s for dinner?”

Ah yes.....the question that used to roll off my tongue when I was a kid.

“What’s the dish, Ma? I’m hungry! What time are we eating? Is there dessert?”

Those were the good old days when dinner just magically appeared on the table, smelling heavenly, and all I had to do was sit and eat. I never imagined that one day, I’d be the one hearing those same words over and over and over again … this time from my own little humans and from my husband too.

Sometimes, after a long day of juggling everything...kids, work, life, sanity — he’ll stroll into the kitchen and ask, “So, what’s for dinner?”

And honestly, there are moments I just want to turn around, give him the look, and say:

“YOU. You’re for dinner. Go ahead, air fry yourself.” 😂😅😝💥

Because really, when you’re tired and running on caffeine and chaos, dinner becomes a flexible concept. Sometimes it’s a full meal with sides and sauce; other times it’s eggs, rice, and hope.

And then there are the takeaway nights, those sacred evenings when food arrives in paper bags, and nobody complains because everyone’s too busy eating. And you know what? That’s still love.

As the elders say, “You don’t just serve food, you serve love and healing.” And yes, that’s true. But let’s be honest, love and healing can also come in the form of fried chicken and fries. 🍗🍟

Motherhood has taught me that dinner isn’t always about what’s on the plate. It’s about showing up, even when you’re exhausted, and feeding your family with whatever energy you have left — whether it’s home-cooked adobo or store-bought sushi.

So the next time someone asks, “What’s for dinner?”

I’ll smile sweetly and say, “Something special tonight......you.” 😈

Then I’ll quietly open my food delivery app. Because moms may be tired… but we’re always resourceful. 🍕❤️

It’s a Small World After All — A True Story

 

🌏 It’s a Small World After All — A True Story

I’ve always believed that life has a funny way of connecting people but I didn’t expect the universe to prove it to me this way. 🙂😮

My daughter has been going to this daycare since she was two years old. She’s now four, and ever since day one, she’s had this one constant: her playmate. A cute little kid who loves toy trucks as much as she does. Every day, I hear his name like it’s part of our household vocabulary. “Mama, so-and-so and I played digger today!” or “We were driving cement mixers!”

Apparently, my daughter has also become a mini truck instructor. She proudly teaches him the difference between a cement mixer, a digger, and a bus. Their friendship is adorable , two tiny best friends bonded by toy vehicles and imagination. 🚜🚍🚚

For the longest time, I’d see this boy’s mum in passing. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place her. You know that feeling when your brain’s like, “Wait, I’ve seen you before!” but refuses to give you the answer? That was me, every pickup time.

Yesterday, though, the universe decided to reveal the twist in this real-life teleserye.

After picking up my daughter, the kid's mum came up to me with a smile and asked,

“Are you a nurse?”

I said, “Yes.”

Then, as we chatted, it suddenly hit me — that sense of déjà vu again, but stronger this time. I looked at her face and realized, Oh my gosh, I know you!!

She said her name… and my heart skipped.

It turns out, I had looked after her before. She had been one of my patients. The same person whose recovery journey I was once part of — the one I often wondered about, hoping she was doing well.

And there she was, right in front of me — healthy, glowing, and smiling.

She even said, “If I could give your department an 11 out of 10, I would!” 👍👍👍👍🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

I was honestly speechless. The person I had been curious to meet — the mum of my daughter’s best friend — was someone whose life I had helped care for. And now, our kids are friends, teaching each other about toy trucks and kindness.

How amazing (and ironic) is that?😮❣❤💗

Sometimes, when we think we’re just doing our jobs, giving care, offering a smile, or simply being there — we don’t realize how those moments ripple through life. Who would’ve thought that while I was providing emotional support during her treatment, my little one was doing the same for her child — through play and friendship?

Life really does come full circle.

I guess we don’t meet people by chance. We meet them for a purpose. 💫

So yes, the world is big… but it’s also beautifully small.

And moments like this remind me why I’m meant to be in healthcare, maybe it’s not just a career, but a calling written in fate. 💖

When Mom Can’t Get Sick (But Everyone Else Does)

I thought this winter would be our family’s jackpot season—no sickness, no drama, just cozy vibes. Oh, how naïve of me. 😶 Instead, my husband got bitten by a dog and caught Influenza A. Like, seriously? Was there a “worst timing” raffle I didn’t know about? And to top it off—we’re moving houses. Because nothing says “fun” like cardboard boxes, germs, and chaos all at once.

Thankfully, I got my flu shot. At least I have some protection while I play nurse, cleaner, chef, and referee. Because let’s be honest: once one person in the house gets sick, it’s like dominoes. Knock on wood!

Men vs. Women: The Great Sick-Off

Here’s the thing about most husbands and the flu: they act like it’s the end of civilisation. (I said MOST husbands, not all men). He’s on the couch, tissues everywhere, groaning like an extra in a medical drama. 🙄Meanwhile, when moms get sick? We’re still making lunches, folding laundry, and holding a baby on one hip.💪💪💪

Case in point: I endured 20 hours of labor with an epidural that didn’t even work. (Thanks for nothing, anesthesia!) I lost a liter of blood, was vomiting while pushing, and had postpartum preeclampsia on top of it all. Did I quit? Nope. I powered through like a warrior queen. If “suffering while multitasking” were an Olympic sport, moms would take gold every time.😉🥇🎖️

The Light of the Home (AKA: No Sick Days Allowed)

My daily prayer is simple:🙏 Lord, let me be tired, let me be achy, but please don’t let me be sick. Because when the light of the home (a.k.a. Mom) goes out, the house doesn’t just get dark—it gets dirty, chaotic, and smells suspiciously like despair.

For now, I’ll give my poor husband a pass. Yes, he looks miserable, okay, fine—he does have the flu. I’ll save the eye-rolling for later.

Dear Fellow Moms💕💕💕

To all my fellow moms out there: keep fighting, keep laughing, and don’t you dare back down. Take care of yourself, because you are the one holding it all together—even when it feels like everything is falling apart.

If you can bring a tiny human into this world while bleeding, puking, and screaming, then trust me—you can survive the flu season, a dog bite, and a mountain of moving boxes.

We don’t get sick days, but we sure do get bragging rights. 💪😂

Kindness: The Free Superpower We Keep Forgetting to Use

 Or: How to Be Nice Without Going Broke.

 Let’s be real for a hot minute. 💪👍

Picture this: You’re rushing to work, late again because of traffic (shocking, I know), and the cashier is moving slower than a sloth on sedatives. Your first instinct? Probably to give them the stink eye that could stop traffic… which ironically would make you even later.

Meanwhile, your brain is having a full-blown tantrum: “WHY IS EVERYONE CONSPIRING AGAINST MY SCHEDULE?!”

But wait! Before you transform into the office Hulk and start breathing fire at innocent minimum-wage workers, let’s talk about something so revolutionary, it makes the invention of sliced bread look like child’s play: **KINDNESS**.

Yes, that ancient art form that went extinct S-O-M-E-W-H-E-R-E between smartphones and road rage!😤 

“Kindness is weakness” - Said no successful person ever. 😐

Somewhere along the way, we got this twisted idea that being kind means being a pushover. Like if you’re nice, you’re automatically a doormat.

**Plot twist:** That’s about as accurate as saying pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza! (Fight me on this!). 

Actually, kindness is like having a black belt in emotional intelligence. It takes serious strength to choose compassion when you want to choose violence (the verbal kind, of course). It’s like being a superhero, but instead of wearing a cape, you wear PATIENCE.

Why We’re All Turning into Grumpy Cats

Let’s diagnose our collective kindness deficiency:

**The Stress Monster:** We’re all running around like headless chickens, stressed to the max. Deadlines, bills, traffic - it’s like life is a pressure cooker and we’re all just trying not to explode.

**The Digital Detox We Never Had:** Social media turned us into keyboard warriors who forgot how to be actual humans. We’ve mastered the eye roll emoji but forgotten how to make eye contact.

But here’s the tea: Kindness is actually a cheat code for life

When someone is genuinely kind to you, your whole day changes, right? It’s like they just gave you an emotional energy drink, but without the crash later.

**The Science:** Being kind literally rewires your brain. When you do something nice, your brain releases dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin - basically nature’s own happy pills.

Plus, kindness is contagious. One act of kindness can create a ripple effect that touches dozens of people.

The Power of Kind Words: It’s Not Just What You Say, It’s How You Say It!

Here’s where most people mess up - they think kindness is just about actions, 

but your words are weapons of mass construction (or destruction).

**Instead of:** “No, that’s not how it should be done!”

**Try:** “Maybe we can try another approach?”

**Instead of:** “You’re wrong.”

**Try:** “I see it differently. What if we considered…”

**Instead of:** “That’s a stupid idea.”

**Try:** “That’s interesting. Have you thought about…”

Your tone and choice of words can either build someone up or tear them down. The crazy part? It takes the same amount of energy to be constructive as it does to be destructive.

 The “But I’m Too Busy” Excuse

“I don’t have time to be kind!” Really? Because most acts of kindness take less time than it takes to microwave leftover pizza:

-Holding the door open: 3 seconds

-Saying “thank you” with actual eye contact: 2 seconds

-Choosing kind words over harsh ones: 0 extra seconds

The Kindness Starter Pack

**Level 1: The Basics**

- Say “please” and “thank you” like you mean it

- Choose gentle corrections over harsh criticism

- Let people go ahead of you in line when they have fewer items

**Level 2: Word Warrior**

- Replace “You should…” with “You might want to consider…”

- Use “Yes, and…” instead of “No, but…”

- Ask “How can I help?” instead of pointing out problems

**Level 3: Kindness Ninja**

- Remember details about people’s lives and ask follow-up questions

- Defend someone when they’re not around

- Give feedback that builds up instead of tears down

The Plot Twist: Kindness is Selfish (And That’s Okay!)

Here’s the beautiful irony: Being kind makes YOU feel amazing. Studies show that people who practice kindness live longer, have lower rates of depression, and report higher life satisfaction.

So technically, kindness is the ultimate selfish act disguised as altruism.

The Bottom Line

In a world that’s constantly trying to sell us happiness through stuff, kindness is the one thing that actually works - and it’s absolutely free.

Your words have power. Your tone matters. Your choice to be gentle instead of harsh can change someone’s entire day, maybe even their life.

So the next time you’re about to speak, remember: you have a superpower that costs nothing but can change everything. You just have to choose to use it.

Being kind - especially with your words - is basically being a real-life superhero. And honestly? That’s way more heroic than anything Marvel has ever produced.

Now go forth and be ridiculously, unapologetically kind. The world could use more people like you.

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*P.S. Yes, kind words work even on Mondays people. I’ve tested it.*

Clinical Trials, Mystery Pills, and Mild Panic: My Unexpected New Role.

 If you told me a year ago that I’d be in clinical research, I’d probably laugh awkwardly, sip my coffee, and go back to checking IV drips. I mean, research sounded like something scientists in lab coats did — probably while speaking in code and playing with microscopes. But here I am, a nurse, just… with more acronyms in my brain and fewer patient buzzers going off.

And honestly? I’m loving it.

🧬 So... What Is a Clinical Trial?

Let me break it down:

A clinical trial is like a super controlled medical investigation.

It’s where we test whether a new treatment works, is safe, or is better than the current options. Think CSI: Hospital Edition — but with paperwork, ethics approval, and fewer sunglasses.

Everything you take today — Panadol, chemo drugs, that magic cream for your rash — went through a trial.

Someone asked, “Hmm, will this work?”

Then ran years of tests, got approvals, and now it’s in your cupboard.

It’s not guesswork. It’s science.

Messy, beautiful, sometimes headache-inducing science.

🩺 Why Do We Keep Doing This?

Because medicine isn’t magic. Because people still get told, “There’s nothing more we can do.”

And because one of our patients once said something that stuck in my heart like a Post-it:

“People like us… we’re not given a chance.”

Oof. That line hit me like a freight train of purpose.

Research is often the only shot left for some. It doesn’t always promise a cure — but it gives something just as important: a chance.

A chance to try. A chance to live a little longer. A chance to feel a bit better.

Or even just a chance to finish binge-watching their favorite K-drama. (Hey, that’s a valid life goal.)

🤷‍♀️ We’re Not Gods. We’re Just Curious (and Slightly Sleep-Deprived) Humans.

Let me clear something up:

Clinical research isn’t about trying to cheat death or outsmart Mother Nature.

We’re not here with test tubes shouting, “We have the cure!”

Most of the time we’re saying things like,

“Wait… did we fill out the CRF for that?”

“Where’s the protocol?”

“Who moved my pen?!”

But if we can reduce suffering or buy someone a little more time with their kids, why wouldn’t we?

People think pills just magically appear in pharmacies. Nope. They were tested. Studied. Tweaked. By people who dared to ask “what if?”

And probably drank a lot of coffee in the process.

🔍 My Accidental (But Awesome) Adventure

Joining clinical research felt like being handed a backstage pass to the world of medicine.

I still get to help patients — but now, I also get to help future patients too.

It’s weird and wonderful.

Half the time I’m learning something new.

The other half I’m pretending I know what a “Phase IIb open-label multi-centre trial” means (don't worry, I Googled it).

But seriously, it's meaningful work.

We’re not here to play superhero — we’re just trying to make things better. One question, one trial, one hopeful patient at a time.

So yes, I’m still a nurse.

Just now with a clipboard, a minor addiction to highlighters, and a sense that what we’re doing might actually change lives.

Even if it means occasionally drowning in emails titled “URGENT: Protocol Amendment 3.2.”

And honestly?

I wouldn’t trade this for anything.

When the Silence Breaks a Heart: A Call for Real Support for Mothers

I wasn’t planning to write about this—because even thinking about it is too much. But after seeing the recent heartbreaking news, first in Toowoomba, Australia, and then again in the Philippines, I felt the need to speak up—not to blame, but to raise awareness.

Two different stories. Same devastating outcome. Children lost. And the ones responsible? Their own mothers.

I don’t want to go into detail. I can’t. Because as a mom, even just imagining what those children went through is enough to break my heart into pieces. The moment I heard the news, I held my babies tighter. And I cried.

This post isn’t about pointing fingers. It’s about something deeper—mental health. You never truly know what someone is going through. What’s happening in their mind, the exhaustion they carry in silence, the despair that builds until they reach a point of no return. And when they do, it’s too late. There’s no undoing it.

We often think that a bit of counselling, a quick chat, or offering advice is enough. It’s not. For some moms—especially stay-at-home moms or single mothers who’ve just given birth—what they truly need is practical, consistent, real-life support:

• Someone to make them a warm meal.

• Someone to sit with them and just talk—with no judgment.

• Someone to help clean a little or fold the laundry.

• Someone to hold the baby so she can sleep.

It sounds so simple. But for a mother who is mentally and emotionally drowning, it can mean everything.

Women are strong—but mothers are the strongest. And even the strongest people need help sometimes.

If you’re reading this and you’re a mom struggling in silence, please know: you are not alone. Talk it out. Write it down. Reach out. Whether it’s to a friend, a family member, or a professional—reach out.

And if you know a mom who seems “fine,” check in anyway. Because sometimes, the strongest-looking ones are those who are quietly falling apart.

Let’s not wait for the silence to scream before we start listening.