Nap Time Rocks!

Me and Mia were just the recipients of unconditional giving and such unselfishness. I have skipped over the concept of surrogate “milk mothers” while researching for my newfound profession as a mom until now that I actually had a need for it. as much as I wanted to nurse my baby, my physiology won over my will to lactate and is gradually diminishing my supply. Well, I thought, that will be only for now since our doctor said Mia will be ready to breast feed again by tomorrow or Friday, and babies are said to be the best stimulators for breast milk.

Unbeknownst to my panicking self, God has already provided someone to answer my prayers, and so many others like myself as well. I decided to go immediately to the address given to me and met my prayer’s answer, who told me how it all began. Her name is Rosanna Angeles, a mother of two whose mission is to help mothers in need. It started when she herself was problematic over the feeding of her baby boy who couldn’t breast feed because he was too small (a preemie much like my Mia). Friends and family (who had also given birth) had willingly given their share so that the little boy could be nourished. Her milk supply, so to speak, became more than enough for her own baby, that when a preterm baby needed exactly what she had, she gave it away. Then an unexpected media publicity via a good friend even brought her more milk, as well as the attention of those needing it.

Ms Angeles’ baby boy is 5 years old now, and a cute and healthy one at that (yes I got to meet the little guy; his mom was very proud of her miracle). And until now, people from all over would still bring her breast milk to be given to those in need of it. This was all free of charge, no ties attached, unpaid for service. Some people would give donations for her other charitable activity, a leukemia foundation for kids, out of the bottom of their hearts. And of course, she also ensures the health safety of all their donations by making sure that the mothers donating are completely healthy.

Some weeks ago a mother who thought she had more than enough for her own decided to share her blessings. Some weeks later a baby needed to feed. Being caught in the middle of it is certainly a good ministry to have, and that surely revolutionizes the definition of giving.

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My dad and I had a weirdly funny conversation in the car today:

Dad: Ano ba nickname niya? (referring to Mia)
Me: Mia po.
Dad: Dapat iba nalang. Alam ko na… Iska.
Me: Ha??
Dad: Diba Miska Andrea and pangalan niya? Iska. Miska.
Me: What?? (Siryoso ba to?)
Dad: Eh Mia malayo yun. Iska, ayos yun! Uso nga yon ngayon, yung mga lumang pangalan. Mga pangalan ng mga anak ng artista ganun ang pangalan. Iska. (quite pleased with himself)
Me: Ha?? (seriously doubting the wisdom of my dad)
Dad: Tama, Iska. Yun ang itatawag ko sa kanya.
Me: (Oh no…)