I Dream of Baby

2015/04/20 by mkhana

I had a dream on Saturday night, about your delivery. It was a cesarean section and your papa was there. The doctor asked him to cut the cord and he poked you in the belly with the scissors…ha. But you were just fine. Then I was up and moving, washing my hands like three seconds after delivery…ha. Your papa went to see about the birth certificate and he named you Sebastian instead of our agreed upon name, Austin. Continue reading →

30 Weeks; April 11, 2015

2015/04/11 by mkhana

I had another visit to the doc today. I started my every-two-weeks schedule now and I do not particularly like it. You leave work early, get to the doc’s on time and then you wait an hour only to see the doc for about ten minutes. I am glad it was on a Friday though because I didn’t have to go back into work after spending a good 150 minutes in the waiting room. And, by the way, Dads or accompanying non-pregnant partners, I get that you want to be next to your loved one as you guys wait to see the doc but, man, think about the pregnant ladies who have to stand while you are seated comfortably next to your preggers. I mean, I know your girlfriend/wife has to sit down but this one guy was actually sprawled out, his head on his girl’s shoulder, sleeping and barely two feet away was a heavily pregnant woman who obviously needed a seat. I was irritated by this. I stood up for a while there and I am not that super pregnant (ok, maybe I am) but still…granted my doctor’s office is on the smaller side but there is only a wooden bench, two plush couches and a stand-along upright chair. Wouldn’t you want to stand up and give up your seat for a pregnant lady? One lady Continue reading →

Farewell

2015/04/06 by mkhana

It’s a bittersweet Easter this year. One of my closest friends lost her niece. Her text said, “…has gone to rest” and I didn’t believe it at first. Because her niece was 27 years old. Who dies suddenly at 27? If you knew Georgina, you knew her giant appetite for life, her zeal…I mean she would shine brightly in any room into which she walked. And we walked into many a dancehall together as her sister, Val, and her, along with my friend Gail introduced me to Afrobeat nights in Kenya. I watched her dance with fervor, talk loudly and boisterously, laugh often and deeply. And I missed her. I cannot believe she is gone. I said a prayer for her today at Mass and I hope she rests in peace. What a beautiful soul.

Farewell, Georgina.

Georgina.

2015/04/01 by mkhana

It seems we never have time, these days,

to say goodbye, to hear a voice for the last time,

guffaw together one more time,

because lives are snatched from us in a blink.

They say you’ve gone to a better place,

and this means you’ve left us in a place full of tumult,

leaving an open wound that is oozing and cracked.

Our tears are not enough to heal this cut

your departure has wrought upon us.

Rest in peace, my dear, the heavens will

enjoy the sound of your booming laughter,

and we will surely miss all of you.

Georgina.

Palm Sunday Musings

2015/03/30 by mkhana

I have been uber busy this weekend. My plan was to have a lazy weekend; watch movies and stay in mostly. Well, Saturday was gloriously beautiful – I mean, I live in Southern California, and I love the sun on my skin so I decided to venture out. I tried a local bakery, loved it. I think I will use them for my baby shower sweets/cake (writes note to self).

I also found a church that I love. I went to a church last week and the experience was pretty blerkh. And when I went to St James in Redondo today, I realized why I liked this church so much better. I was surrounded by my favorite demographic; little old ladies. I stood taller than all of them. They loved my bump, and Continue reading →