So I actually found one photo contest by Babies and Hairbows. It's actually strange because the owner announced a contest without fixed policies, criteria, and anything you need to know about a promo. At first she just asked mommies to submit photos of their babies 0-2 years old for her contest, "CUTEST baby photo." She just asked them to put their names and birthdates. I think she got overwhelmed with all the entries because she got lots of them (naturally). So she announced that the entries must have a description, like "Why should your baby win this contest?" and "What does your baby like to do?". It's just funny because I felt her panic through her posts. Hehe. I don't even know how she's going to choose the winner because she doesn't have a fixed criteria! Oh well. At least I know now how to launch a contest if I ever have to launch one in the future. :p
But anyhoo, of course I joined. It's the stage mommy in me! Here's my entry and a description of my cutiepie and skidamarink, Laura Caitlin :)
"Hello All! My name is Laura Caitlin Espiña, daughter to Daddy Sol and Mommy Lala, and definitely one of God's precious children.
One Sunday morning, I felt the need to push myself out of Mommy's tummy. I knew it was not yet time because I was still too little and I could hear Dad and Mom telling me from outside, "Baby, please stay there. It's not yet time for you to come out...". But then, I surprised them on August 1, 2011 when I came out as a 31-weeker baby. They said I was premature.
I didn't see Daddy and Mommy right away because I was put in a capsule-like container with lights and so many other things. It felt warm like when I was inside Mom's tummy, but it was still different. I missed hearing Mommy's voice just right above me. I could only hear voices of people I didn't know, saying they had to put tubes in my nose and in my lungs so I could breathe well; and so they did. After a few hours, I heard the sweetest voices ever--I heard Daddy and Mommy talking right beside me! And what's more, I felt something touching my little toes and caressing my chest. Mommy was saying, "Ang tangos ng ilong niya!" It was the loveliest feeling.
Days and weeks passed, and I was still in that capsule-like container (I think they call it an incubator). Although Dad and Mom couldn't be with me round the clock because of hospital policies, they still visited me everyday. My favorite time of the day would be when Mommy would come and sing to me and read to me my favorite Psalm 139. I would blush every time she would remind me that I am "fearfully and wonderfully made...". Everyday. Even in that cold hospital room, I felt very much loved.
It has been a long journey but as Dad and Mom would always tell me, God has been really faithful. The day came when I was finally home. No more incubator, no more tubes, none of those anymore. I found myself in the arms of my Mom and Dad--no, not just for a few minutes, but every minute and every hour. Now, this was the loveliest and most incredible feeling. I am truly blessed.
I guess I'm growing everyday because my clothes won't fit anymore! It's such a happy feeling to wake up everyday and put smiles on my Dad and Mom's faces. I thank the Lord for blessing me with a wonderful family who has never failed to make me feel loved, and who has never failed to remind me that even if I'm a preemie, I am still "fearfully and wonderfully made"."
One Sunday morning, I felt the need to push myself out of Mommy's tummy. I knew it was not yet time because I was still too little and I could hear Dad and Mom telling me from outside, "Baby, please stay there. It's not yet time for you to come out...". But then, I surprised them on August 1, 2011 when I came out as a 31-weeker baby. They said I was premature.
I didn't see Daddy and Mommy right away because I was put in a capsule-like container with lights and so many other things. It felt warm like when I was inside Mom's tummy, but it was still different. I missed hearing Mommy's voice just right above me. I could only hear voices of people I didn't know, saying they had to put tubes in my nose and in my lungs so I could breathe well; and so they did. After a few hours, I heard the sweetest voices ever--I heard Daddy and Mommy talking right beside me! And what's more, I felt something touching my little toes and caressing my chest. Mommy was saying, "Ang tangos ng ilong niya!" It was the loveliest feeling.
Days and weeks passed, and I was still in that capsule-like container (I think they call it an incubator). Although Dad and Mom couldn't be with me round the clock because of hospital policies, they still visited me everyday. My favorite time of the day would be when Mommy would come and sing to me and read to me my favorite Psalm 139. I would blush every time she would remind me that I am "fearfully and wonderfully made...". Everyday. Even in that cold hospital room, I felt very much loved.
It has been a long journey but as Dad and Mom would always tell me, God has been really faithful. The day came when I was finally home. No more incubator, no more tubes, none of those anymore. I found myself in the arms of my Mom and Dad--no, not just for a few minutes, but every minute and every hour. Now, this was the loveliest and most incredible feeling. I am truly blessed.
I guess I'm growing everyday because my clothes won't fit anymore! It's such a happy feeling to wake up everyday and put smiles on my Dad and Mom's faces. I thank the Lord for blessing me with a wonderful family who has never failed to make me feel loved, and who has never failed to remind me that even if I'm a preemie, I am still "fearfully and wonderfully made"."
Not forcing you to vote for her, but if you think our Caitlin could be the cutest baby, please click here and like away! :)
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