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Raquel Valldeperas
Mother and wife by day. Reader, writer and line-dancer by night.
Mother and wife by day. Reader, writer and line-dancer by night.
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All things considered
It's been a long time since I've written, mostly because I don't have the time but also because I haven't had the words. They've evaded me, locked somewhere that was too busy changing diapers and feeding babies. But lately there's been this build of pressur...
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Where you lead
As I sit here, deciding how to start this particular blog entry, I can feel Emily's limbs rolling around inside of my belly. Always on the right side of my stomach, just like her brother's before her. It never gets old, the feeling of life inside of me, gro...
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What's in a name...
It's funny how life, despite your planning and scheming and grand ideas, just happens. It unfurls and unfolds, sometimes in small, subtle steps- sometimes in giant, altering leaps. We had ideas. We had goals and plans and desires and dreams. We learned quic...
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Mysterious Ways
Have you ever been asked the question, "Where do you see yourself in five years?" You probably have. More than once, and especially more as you get older. But eventually, the older you get, the less appealing that question is. You realize that all of the pl...
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Out of the Woods
110 hours. That's how many hours we spent in the Palm Beach Children's Hospital. That's how many hours I spent wondering if we would ever come home. If he would ever get better. Wondering, why him? Why me? It started off as a stuffy nose, that escalated int...
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Be Alright
Today while Rory and I were sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed from one end of the hospital to the other, I could feel the stares. I could hear the whispers. That poor baby.  Such a little thing.  I wonder what's wrong.  I don't blame them. When I saw si...
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Be Alright
Today while Rory and I were sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed from one end of the hospital to the other, I could feel the stares. I could hear the whispers. That poor baby.  Such a little thing.  I wonder what's wrong.  I don't blame them. When I saw si...
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A Baby Story
I seem to have a lot of ideas in my head that very rarely pan out the way I envision. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson by now, but I guess I'm kind of hard headed in that sense. My plan all along was to bring the computer to the hospital with me so th...
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Borrowed Prayers
2 MONTHS OLD 13.4 lbs -- 24 in long I always dread going to the well visit appointments. For most people, it's not a big deal. For me, it's nerve wracking. I hate having to tell the nurse that we're not vaccinating- I hate having to explain myself and my de...
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Before and After
I had this idea that I would write so much more after Rory was born- that I would document all of the funny, the sad, the boring. I wanted to remember those first few weeks of being a mom of two. I was right about one thing- they are so, so special. But I w...
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