Mia Prameswary

 It’s late at night. The baby is asleep. The house has finally settled down into a kind of quiet that almost feels strange. My laptop is still open, and I’m sitting here, trying to gather the mood to finish the reports I couldn’t even touch during the day. It wasn’t a bad day — just a full one. My baby wasn’t crying or throwing tantrums. She’s actually such a sweet, understanding little soul. Sometimes she can play by herself, babbling happily with her toys while I’m glued to my screen, typing away. But it’s those quiet moments that hit the hardest — when she stands up in her playpen, leans forward, and looks at me with those big innocent eyes. No fuss, no noise. Just quietly waiting for me to notice her. That look gets me every time. It pulls at my heart, whispering, "Is this really what matters right now?" And the guilt creeps in — even when I know I’m doing my best. Trying to balance being a good mom and being good at my work. Trying to chase dreams and mee...

🌸 The Waiting Game My pregnancy was progressing beautifully, and by the time I reached almost 40 weeks, I had my final check-up with my obgyn on June 24th . She told me everything looked okay — except for one thing: there was a bit too much amniotic fluid in me. She wasn’t too worried, though. Just gave me that calm, reassuring smile and said, "Let’s hope for the best." And so, the waiting began. I tried everything you could possibly Google at 2AM when you're desperate to get labor started. Cranberry tea? Done. Walking like there’s no tomorrow? Miles. Crawling around the house? Yup. Sex? Let’s just say we gave it a shot — multiple times. Still, nothing . Not even a whisper of a contraction. So, as planned, I was scheduled to be admitted to the hospital on July 1st if labor didn’t start on its own — and of course, my little one was still chilling inside, showing no signs of checking out early. When I got to the hospital, my obgyn decided to use a Foley bulb to indu...