My son Matt is exactly 1 year and 3 month old today, January 20 and it has never been joyful and fulfilling as a mother having him as a son. During the first trimester of my pregnancy, I remember it was so hard for me as I was working then. And being pregnant and working in a call center industry is not a joke. I report at night when most pregnant ladies are already asleep. I have to deal with different personalities while I was training while I have my own hormonal changes to deal with. Then every after eating, I puke. My fatigue did not come from my work or the nature of my job but from my puking. Just when I thought things are getting better as I enter the 2nd and 3rd trimester, then came LABOR. Labor is a process every pregnant woman giving birth has to go through except if you opted for a C-section which I did not since I am confident that like my mother who gave birth to many babies with no issues at all, I will be able to give birth just like that. I exercised, ate healthy, did some lamaze exercises, took note of the proper breathing and most of all, I have wide hips which I realized later on did not help at all. So anyway, after 12 hrs of PAINFUL labor, my OB decided that I should be operated. I am not surprised, just a little disappointed. I am not surprised because I myself was already asking for a C-SEction. The pain was unbearable. Imagine your hips being ripped apart without anaesthesia? My baby wants to go out, in fact, he was already distressed. His heartbeat is fluctuating and the doctor has to keep him awake just so he won't lose his heartbeat. I was crying while mama, my mother in law and my partner in this wonderful experience was beside me praying and praying that I'll be fine.
The operation started at around 5am. I wasn't able to feel the pain during the operations but I can sense what's going on. I can hear them talk about how loud my voice was when I was shouting in the Labor room. I remember one nurse who said " Miss, don't shout. Other women are on labor and you are scaring them." I said, "well then transfer me to a room where I could be alone and I could shout at the top of my lungs". Funny, isn't it. But hey, I think my request was valid. That's how painful labor is. The bible is true in saying that childbirth is indeed painful. I once asked God why it should be painful; why can't it be easy? Oh Eve...if only you did not eat the forbidden fruit.
Fast forward everything. Here I am with my little boy. Matt has always been a kind, intelligent and alert kid. He likes to imitate sounds. Animal sounds (lizards, chicken, monkey, dogs, george (Auntie Ann's dog), cat and goat), his papa's sneeze, sound of a door creaking, and all other sounds. He's very sensitive. He cries when you are shouting at him. He knows what silent treatment means. He doesn't like silent treatment. He can tell that silent treatment is not normal. He doesn't like toys too much. He prefers walking in the grass, looking at the skies, appreciating everything around him. He's very sweet. He likes poking our two dogs in their eyes. He's very simple. He doesn't like junk food; he prefers vegetables and as early as now I could tell that his food preference is like mine. Or maybe I'm just hoping...:)
Thank you Lord for giving us such a sensible little boy. Miggy and I are so blessed to have him in our lives. He's our joy and the reason for our hardwork. Thank you Lord for the labor and hardships I went through. That made Matt more special to me and to the whole family. He's the fruit of our labor; the evidence of your mercy. As his name implies - Matthew (God's gift) Miguel (Who is like God). Thank you Lord for the GIFT.
Happy 15th month my firstborn! We love you!
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