Welcome back

Welcome back

Hello again! it’s been long! A lot of things has happened on these past… 2-3 years? I miss flying and writing. I think I’ll continue writing though (many people encouraged me to continue sharing my now lifestyle, although is not that much interesting as I was working with Emirates).

I’ve tried to reply e-mails and comments, I really apologize for all the late responses. The whole entire 2016 year was me coping with my new lifestyle; back home, married with a newborn. I was sad because I had to resigned Emirates due to my pregnancy. I could had chosen keep living in Dubai but, Who’s going to take care my baby? Nursery is not really an option. My work was not that flexible; What happens when I get a long haul flight? or 2 nights layover? or even the 8 day trip and so forth… Some people really think is that simple until they’re on that exact same position as I was. I rather resign and see my baby taking care from my mom than from a ‘nanny’. I moved back to Puerto Rico with no job and eventually (can’t believe I’m writing this) missing Dubai! I really loved my job and for the entire 9 months pregnancy I felt useless. Obviously I couldn’t work during my pregnancy but knowing that after having my baby I was still going to be unemployed  UGH! I was even more stressed.

Nevertheless, my family and I were so happy! My baby is the first in both families; first grandson, first nephew and first great grandson…and first baby son haha! I did the baby shower in Pilot/Aviation theme. For those who are not related to baby showers:

In some countries, a baby shower is a way to celebrate the expected or delivered birth of a child by presenting gifts to the mother at a party, whereas other cultures host a baby shower to celebrate the transformation of a woman into a mother. The event has different names in different cultures. The term shower is often assumed to mean that the expectant mother is “showered” with gifts. (I have friends that in their culture don’t celebrate baby showers) 🙂

Me and my husband, at our baby shower.

I was so blessed to received lots of gifts and so many diapers that still to date, I don’t have the need to buy diapers nor baby wipes (Note: my baby shower was almost 2 years ago!) I also received baby clothes, toys, books, our family gave us play yards, stroller, cradle and all other bunch of stuffs. My husband’s colleagues made him a surprise by giving him Toys R’ Us gift cards from all his friends that collected money for our baby. I am still, very grateful. I gave birth natural, a beautiful healthy boy, he’s name is Abraham. He weighted 7.12 pounds and measured 22 length. He’s now 1 year with 11 months old and getting bigger! He is one little happy boy, he laughs a lot… almost with anyone!! He’s so attentive and very observant. He loves food! specially sweet plantains and chocolate  (like he’s mom) but he also loves to be breastfeed. If it was from him, he’ll be glued to my chest all day 😀 ! Continue reading “Welcome back”

The beginning of a new phase.

The beginning of a new phase.

All started one week or so before my second leave. I  had some pre-menstrual symptoms two days before my Washington DC flight: Sore breasts and abdominal pain. I took some Advil Liquid Gels and rested the entire day before my long haul flight. I remember this flight as for it was an awful one. The Economy  SFS/Senior Cabin Crew (which now so-called “Cabin Supervisors”) was arrogant, no personality and no communication towards the crew, above that, it constantly felt like a harassment  from him in our duty time or any time in the flight, following us and giving us tasks when the flight was so light, which was a major factor on a ridiculous 15 hour flight. I made a friend with an American crew, we made ‘american jokes’ jokes that Eastern peeps wouldn’t understand… or even South Americans (sorry, no offense!). She used to replied “Oh, is a USA thang… nevermind you!” to crew that tried to peek-in in our conversations and jokes… at the end they never understood. She made this flight full of laughs, despite of our SFS though.

The flight suddenly became tiresome for me. The first service I couldn’t bare to give out the hot meals, I was so slow and felt double weight  when pushing the carts. The second service I just couldn’t do it. I was double ending with the American girl (which is pushing same cart and serving food with another crew), and I couldn’t stand the smell of the hot meals, it was disgusting. At some point I had to stop doing the service, I had a low-sugar scene. I started to sweat like hell, I had no energy to walk nor stand and dizziness. I sat at the L5 jumpseat (last door of the aircfrat, left side)  took off my jacket and wanted to puke. The girl grabbed some water for me and almost the oxygen bottle, I was so embarrassed. The SFS pulled me out of service and monitored me the next 2 hours. Everyone encouraged me to eat, I couldn’t, the meal was disgusting for me, the smell, everything. Suddenly I was falling asleep in the aft galley, my eyes were red, and wanting a bed so bad until I heard “Kirsy, is your break time, get some rest”. I ran quickly upstairs to the CRC and Continue reading “The beginning of a new phase.”