It doesn’t seem like eleven years. I could still picture myself with the baby bump on my way to medical internship and munching on sour fruits early in the morning and sleeping on my way home and struggling to juggle my career beginnings with that of conceiving a precious child. Eventually I had to stop temporarily from going on twenty-four hour duty every three days because my health was being compromised. My hard-headed side got my blood pressure rising early in the pregnancy. I remember concerned intern-mates cautioning me about my high fat, high sodium diet then which I did not heed until it was almost too late.
At around 24 weeks I had nose bleeding that sent the mom in me into panic mode. My OB-Gyne, Dr. WEA the sweetest ever advised me to go on leave. I was maintained on anti-hypertensive medication and was closely monitored. I struggled to make each day cheerful despite my condition because I knew somehow the baby would be affected by a mom’s emotional seesaw. I was told at the start that if my condition worsens, the pregnancy might be terminated if only to save my life. Looking back now I still shed tears of sadness at what could have been a tragic event in my life. God is always good and he sent angels my way who helped me through it all. My loving parents, the best brother, mother and sister-in-law, cousins, aunts and uncles, a loving husband, the best of friends and the most magnificent of doctors, Dr. WEA, Dr. NRR, Dr. CMO and Dr. GAM. We might have been just one of those patients they may not recall yet their goodness at heart is something I will always be grateful for.
Each night I would run my hand through my belly and talk to my unborn child of so many things beyond imagination. “Hang in there child, please hang in there,” I’d gently whisper in between sobs. Two weeks before my due date alas I again had nose-bleeding and my blood pressure shoot up. I called my OB who told me to get myself to the hospital for monitoring and possible induced delivery. I was put into labor with the aid of medicine and each minute seemed like ages as I felt contraction per contraction getting longer and more painful. The thought of seeing my little one’s face and hearing his first cry kept me strong. Family and friends were praying for me I knew.
After several hours of labor it happened. Another child having my genes and owning all the love in my heart was healthily born. His dad named him “Roel”.
…and on the first day of the second month of the year we celebrated his 11th year on planet Earth as he would jokingly put it…
Needless to say my boy had the grandest time. The family fondly calls him “liit” /little because he was a bit tiny as a baby but on his 11th birthday he requested for all of us to stop calling him little because he is all grown up! ♥♥ It was his birthday and no one could say no to his request. The jumping went on on our bed until he fell soundly asleep.
I go to sleep tonight praying for all the moms with difficult pregnancies and all the sick kids in the world as well as the orphaned. I pray for all the health workers, all parents young and old. I pray for all of you who have love to share for children and who remain kids at heart.
from a working mom’s heart