Hello, Little One.
Today, Mommy Nanay feels a little weird. I cried after watching a funny movie rerun on TV. I don't feel like eating too much rice, but I would love to munch on crackers. I want ice cream.
Remember, I promised I will tell you how it felt when I had you? I think today is the right time to blog about it.
You see, I had Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. A lot of women went through the same ordeal, but mine was a little different because the OB-GYN told me that I would find it difficult to bear a child. You pretty sure know that isn't true.
Anyway, your Dad and I didn't stop hoping. We followed the doctor's advice. We had you after two years of being husband and wife.
Of course, you don't want to know how we did it. But I really didn't think you're already in the oven. I was helping in taking care of your Super Lola Caring when she was hospitalized after an attack.
I'd visit her at the hospital in Quezon City after work in Taguig. I'd go home in Laguna to pick up fresh clothes once a week.
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| This is your Super Lola Caring, Papa Lolo's mother |
Apparently, Super Lola Caring wished for me to have a baby. I told her na sana magdilang-anghel siya. And an angel she is indeed.
One January afternoon, your Lola Cecilia and Tita Mama Jhong forced me to buy a pregnancy test kit to check. At first, I didn't want to give in because the pain of getting negative results every time stung hard. But curiosity won.
When I saw two solid stripes on the kit. I panicked and cried. I asked my your Lola Cecilia what it meant. After the confirmation, I called your Daddy Tatay.
We were both in tears. I heard his workmates shouting and clapping in the background. It was one of the best days of our lives.
Wala akong pinaglihian, anak. Your Titos and Titas at my workplace just noticed that I loved eating popcorn prior to knowing that you're already inside my tummy.
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| Your Tita Mau, Me, and Your Tita Grace. They kept me sane, all of them friends I have. |
I was supposed to call you Piglet. Your Tita Grace gave you the nickname Popcorn. Thank her.
The first three months were really easy for me. I didn't experience morning sickness. I just loved eating popcorn and fruits.
The second trimester onwards became a real struggle. I had to ask for an indefinite leave at work because my cervix was opening. I had an unbelievably high blood pressure. I was scared because I experienced spotting twice.
My love, it was during those days that I cried every single night. I was scared of losing you.
After a couple of months, your Daddy Tatay decided that we stay with him in Vigan City until you pop out. It was critical because I wasn't allowed to sit down for a long time.
It was the longest 12 hours of my life. I occupied three seats inside the van we rented. Your Papa Lolo was cautious even with the littlest bumps on the road.
Your Daddy Tatay was very glad to see us then. He prepared everything until you were delivered. My labor deserves a different blog, though so I will make you bitin muna.
What does it have to do with the title, really? Nothing. That's how I feel now, I guess. I think about so many things that I've almost forgotten that you are one of the many prayers God answered.
It must be the hormones, anak. I know you are tired from school. Bibitinin na talaga kita ulit.
Know that Daddy Tatay and I love you very much, Popcorn.
xoxo,
Mommy Nanay
P.S. Matagal pa siguro yung susunod na blog pero sisiguraduhin ko na marami na ito kapag marunong ka na magbasa.
