On the morning of April 12, 2003. Mom, as usual, was making a fuss about my messy room. The only difference was that I was 9 months pregnant that time, and was too lazy to go out and do my usual morning walk. I was staying in Laguna (where we have a house) for the last month a half. Well, I didn't really mind it at first, but my mother's voice irritated the hell out of me. I felt more depressed and just went inside my room to cross stitch.
At 10 am, I started to feel weird contractions. I had also noticed that I was beginning to feel pain in my lower abdomen. I didn't really mind it at first. I just had my check up on April 2, and the doctor told me that my due date will be on April 26, or even May. I was even scheduled to have another check up on the 15th. This will be my last check up before I give birth.
I went back to my cross stitch, Sam just left the night before, after staying for 3 days with me. So I was feeling happy. But going back to my tummy ache...It was becoming unbearable already. I also noticed that the contractions were becoming more frequent. I didn't mind it though, pretending that I wasn't feeling anything. I still continued with my cross stitch, and when I got bored, I tried taking a nap. However, the pain was awakening me. I was also having cold sweat already. I decided to go to the bathroom, but it just wouldn't come out. I went back to my bed, tried to sleep again, but I just can't anymore.
Mommy still unaware of what was happening to me, called me to have lunch. I know I was hungry, but I was too weak to eat (which is weird of me, considering how big my appetite can be), and just went back to the bathroom. My undies already had blood so that was the time that I texted my Aunt who is a nurse, and asked why is there blood, and why my lower abdomen is aching. She told me that I was already in labor and to tell my mom already.
I went of my bedroom, told my mom that I was already in labor. She was just about tohave her toe nails done when I told her. You can just imagine her shock. She started panicking, like I expected she would, called my Aunt and Uncle who live next door and my step dad who was in the kitchen. She asked my uncle to prepare the ride and she went to her room, got all the bedsheets and pillow cases and blanket and got the baby bag. (which has been prepared since March, I think), she even raced me to the bathroom, and took a bath first. My aunt told her to bathe me, but she just didn't listen. She even told us that she will still put on make up... (I still cant forget that moment.. that was so funny). So it was Aunt who bathed me and help me dress up.
We arrived at the hospital around 2pm, where the nurse wheeled me in my room. She asked me if I can still walk, and that I should try to so that it wont be harder (I was gonna deliver via Normal Delivery - and if its a normal delivery - walking can help a lot). I tried walking, but after like 10 minutes, I can't take it anymore. I told my Aunt and my Ate that I would just want to lie down because I cant take the pain anymore. We already texted and called Sam, so we knew he was gonna be there already.
At 4pm, the OB IE'd me, and she said that I was already 4cms dilated. She said, it would still take a long time before the baby comes out. I got scared and panicked because I don't have any intentions of having like long hours of labor. I talked to my baby, told him to come out already because I dont think I can bear the pain anymore. I didn't even realize that the sun had already set. At 6pm, the nurse IE'd me again, and told my Aunt and Ate (cousin) that I was 9cms dilated already. The she said in "Malapit na sha. Paki tawag kame pag pumutok na iong water bag nia".... Sam was still not in the hospital. He was texting my mom, and he was stuck in traffic somewhere in Sto. Tomas, Batangas.
FYI: My mom was not the one by my side, because she is so duwag when she sees me in pain. It was my step dad who was by my side, my Aunt and my Ate Lerma. My mom went home to get some stuff because they all thought I was gonna give birth later in the night pa.
At 6:20 pm, my water bag broke, my aunt immediately called the nurse, and they wheeled me to the delivery room. When I was about to transfer to the delivery bed, I felt that the baby was about to come out already. I told my doctor, na lalabas na yata sha. True enough, the baby was crowning already. The doctor asked me to push to have bwelo, I pushed and I felt the baby coming out already. It was that fast., She again asked me to push and after the second push, and with the help of the nurses assisting me, the baby came out with a shy cry. They all said na kamukha mo. In my mind, I said patay! Then they put the baby on top of my tummy and had his face to me. I said,, naku lagot pango! They all laughed. That was 6:40 pm. At 6:50, the placenta also came out too. I was wide awake when started to stitch me up, and I swear I had no anesthesia, no nothing, I can really feel that they stitching me up already. Hehehehe...
At 7:30, almost an hour after I was wheeled in the delivery room, I went of that room and was being wheeled to my room. When I came out, I saw my mom, my step dad, my Aunt, my Uncle, my Ate, and Sam waiting for me. When I came out, I was already smiling, and it was Sam who first came to my side to hold my hand. He asked me if I was okay, I told him, yeah but I'm tired. But tired as I was, I wasnt able to go to sleep that night. Everytime I go to sleep, or just everytime that I close my eyes, I see the vision of my baby Sajie when hegot out of me. :D
At around 10pm, the nurse brought the baby to my room. Oh my gosh! I felt like I was about to cry. He looks like me! Sobra! :D But he has Sam's curly hair, Sam's small face and ears and he has a cupid - shaped mouth. He has my eyes and unfortunately, my nose. :D He looked so small, so fragile and so angelic.... Hahahaha... (After three years, talk about being angelic! ) He has covered with hair, and he has a red birthmark on his forehead.
I have never believed in love at first sight until I gave birth to my first born. I know that there will be tough times ahead, but I know that I can get through it with my son as my inspiration. I love you my Sajie!
