This is my second trip to the Philippines, and once again, it’s not a pleasure trip. I wish circumstances were different. This time, we’re here because my grandmother (Lola) is in Intensive Care.
I packed up my three year old for her first international trip, and off we went. The flight was long, but Little One fared well. She was such a great traveler.
As soon as we got to the airport in Manila, we went straight to the hospital in Lipa City. It was so good to see my grandmother and to hold her hand, but it was heartbreaking to see her intubated and with an NG tube.
We’ve been in the Philippines for a week now. Little One has adjusted well despite the jet lag, extreme heat, and stress. She loves Filipino food and has made friends with the neighbour’s grandchildren. She is bonding with her relatives and learning about our culture.
My grandmother’s maids are amazing. They are so good to our family. They really love my grandmother so much. One of her ‘helpers’ even sleeps in the hospital waiting room every night!
I have to say that it is really weird to not have to cook, clean, do dishes, laundry, or take care of my child all the time!
I’ll try to post some photos soon. In the meantime, please keep my grandmother in your thoughts and prayers. Healing vibes and positive thoughts would be greatly appreciated.