A Different Christmas
Christmas day had passed. Truthfully, I was super stressed the past few weeks before Christmas. Two weekends before Christmas week, I had ...
Christmas day had passed. Truthfully, I was super stressed the past few weeks before Christmas. Two weekends before Christmas week, I had flu. (It was that weekend I scheduled gifts shopping for family and friends to avoid the rush, but I couldn't move a muscle, so I just rested two days at home to prepare myself for a flight come Monday.) Several days before Christmas, I brought Dandre to St. Luke's Emergency Room for fear of having Dengue fever (thankfully it wasn't, it was a viral fever.)
|Lechon, Fried Chicken, Chicken Pastel, Cheesy Baked Fish, Macaroni Salad, Buko Pandan and Leche Flan|
We went to mass that morning to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ! Here are my boys at the altar after the mass.
Post-Christmas Sad Events
The following day was a regular working day. That's a working mom's life, I didn't have vacation leaves left and I was tasked as an OIC by the boss. But what I WAS excited about was the last day of work this year (which is actually today.) My office mommy friends and I planned to bring our kids to work, watch the lights show at Ayala Triangle, have dinner and exchange gifts. But when this morning, my little one was crying because of mouth sores. He couldn't eat anything and was in pain. In less than an hour, I noticed rashes on his feet, ankles, elbows and stomach. I got so alarmed, Macky and I brought him to the ER to know what's happening.
"Christmas means that everyone can HOPE. There is always hope. There is always a Savior for the different seasons in our lives."