Welcome to America

I came to this country 9 years ago, I didn't come looking to get a green card, I didn't come looking for the American Dream, or for political freedom. I came because I was in love. I left a great life, I had a wonderful family, I was in college doing what I liked to do, I had my friends, I had a life. And I still chose LOVE. The beginning was very hard, I was alone most of the time, my husband had to work of course. I didn't have any friends, my English was not very good either. Even my driving wasn't the best. I missed my family, my sister, having things to do. My husband and I worked really hard to make our new life work, and we made it, it has been almost 9 years, we have a beautiful daughter and we are so much in love, still.

Having my family here has been what I miss the most, that's why we decided to bring them up. It took almost a year to complete all the paper work, and we would've never done it any other way. After a lot of money and time my parents became Residents of United States of America. It was a dream come true, I would have them close to me, my daughter would have them too! We were all very excited. They were nervous of course, they would be starting a new life at their age. They had done it before, but they were probably 30 years younger. They knew I was here to help them start, they had my support, and my daughter's room.

It has been almost a month since my dad came. My mom hasn't come yet, they have to wait for my dad to get a job so they would have a place to live. And that's why my mom is not here yet, my dad hasn't found a job yet. America, land of opportunities.

We have applied to every store around, his English is not good at all, but he is trying. He is constantly studying, asking questions and practicing.
He is not been picky, he is willing to do anything, and even at any time too. He has had 3 interviews but because he is not fluent in English they are saying NO. I can understand, but, how come there is no job for him? He has a great resume, and he is a hard worker! There are many English speakers out there who don't understand a word I say, and can't even do their job right, and there are also a lot of Spanish speakers with jobs and came here totally illegal! So, what are we doing wrong?

Stay at home mom

We had always said, the day we had a baby, I would stay home. We both always agreed on that, I had my mom growing up and I want my kids to experience the same. I never thought it would be this hard, never thought I would be this tired either. I love my daughter, more than my own life, but having to care for someone 24 - 7 is not too much, but a lot. I would do it all over again, but I'm tired. It doesn't help that she is super active, she wants to be doing something every minute of her day. Forget about napping, that's for babies! If she sleeps for an hour that's a lot! I do not get those 3 hours nap where I can scrapbook, I hardly have time to take a shower, and make up is not on my to do list any more. I would like to do things around the house, bake a cake, sew a dress, but there is no time, and if there is, I have no energy! Right now, she is sitting next to me, complaining because she is not moving! I can swear she just said "Oh baby!" but 6 months old babies don't talk I know.
The weather doesn't help either, I would love to take her to the park, or for a walk, but there is a hurricane coming and looks like night time outside right now.
Now she is trying to drink her milk from the bottom of her bottle, that makes me smile and reminds me why I'm so happy!

False Alarm

Although my daughter is only 6 months old, I want to have another baby really bad! motherhood is so full of joy that adding more it would not hurt at all! Of course is not as easy as it sounds, I don't have maternity coverage or money to buy another thousand of diapers. Sadly life is something you have to pay for. The first month of her life was really hard for me, not being able to breastfeed directly, having postpartum depression, having my family so far away, but still, the second after she was born I wanted another baby. I have so much love to give, so many good intentions to share. I want to see my daughter fight with her siblings, I want to able to make them stop, I want them to play secretly, to share a room, to be playmates, I want them to be, with us two, a family. Again, if money wasn't a problem, I would love to have a couple more, a couple couples perhaps.
The thing is, I thought this month would be the month. The one I would say, it wasn't planned, but its a blessing and we are happy. Of course the chances were not big, pretty tiny I would say, but it got me all excited, I went from being worried that it would happen, to calculate the arrival date.
Its not something I can plan right now, I shouldn't try again, I should try to avoid it, its the smart thing to do. If it happens, good, we'll deal with it, the best way possible, if it doesn't, I'll wait patiently, not for very long, but patiently. I know God is on my side, it took me a while to admit I wanted one on the first place, so waiting for a second one should not be a problem.
When I look at her and see how incredible pretty she is, I think how could it be possible to have another one as cute as her? and love another human being as I love her! is that possible for real? is it true that us parents cant have a favorite? that we love all our children the same way? and is it possible to have a cuter baby? how could that be? how can another baby be cuter when she is the cutest? One thing I know, and I wish, is that our second child is definitely calmer than our fist, please!
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