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Micoy has been very fussy lately. He doesn't want to be put down in his crib, always wants to be carried and held close. It's quite hard for me, actually, because I work at home and if I have to carry him all the time, I would not be able to get any work done at all. And that's where it hit me - BABYWEARING. I used to work for an internet retail store of baby carriers. And so yesterday when

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So last Saturday, Sept 9th, I took Micoy to his pediatrician. He was given his Hepatitis B vaccine to start his immunization process. I am so proud of him, he was well-behaved all throughout the process, he only cried for just a little while. We are to be back on October 19th, so I've marked it on my calendar already. After his vaccination, we went to the nursery for his newborn screening.

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I cannot believe how I could go six hours straight just holding my son in my arms. He threw such a hissy fit last night until the wee hours of this morning. He just started crying, but he wouldn't want to feed (besides I've already just fed him, I thought he just wanted more). I checked if his diapers were wet, but they weren't. I know for sure that he has already burped after he has been fed,

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With the joys of motherhood come sleepless nights. Motherhood, after all, is not sunshine and daisies. Certain sacrifices must be made. During my pregnancy, I decided to do away with partying and alcohol. It was tough because I lived for boozefests. But I had to stop for my baby. I knew then that it was not going to be easy, especially when Micoy comes. And now that he's here, I'm getting to

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Yes, he sneezed. My baby sneezed. I heard my son sneeze for the very first time yesterday morning. Why am I up at 3AM? Well, Micoy decided he wants to be awake at this ungodly hour and so he's keeping me up with him. Cool, huh? But anyway, the point is, my son sneezed for the first time. Yes, it's a big thing for me. I get all excited about every single little thing concerning my son. I have a

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Years ago, when all my cousins (I am an only child so I only get cousin love) were either getting marries and having babies, I just scoff at their dreamy eyes and mushy, silly baby talk. I had that notion that having a baby will bring down your vocabulary to only just a few pages containing, "oh, how cute", "look how pretty and "isn't this charming, sweetie?". I told myself that such a thing

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I was surprised this morning to see that Micoy is able to kick his blanket away. Ok, it's not a great feat worth printing at the Guiness, but hey, I'm a mom and I'm biased. Every little thing my son can do is a big deal to me. And yes, Micoy able to kick his blankie away is one hell of a big deal.

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August 31st, 2006 is the happiest day of my life. My son, Michael Alexis, was born at only 32 weeks. It is a day I will never forget.

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Hello and welcome to First Time Momma. My name is Yoru. I am a twenty-two year old mother of a beautiful baby boy named Michael Alexis, or Micoy as I fondly call him. Now I'm not going to lie and tell you that I have been wanting and planning for a child for so long. That's not my case. In fact, I have never really planned being a mother. In the first place, I am not even married, I do not

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