Since I was a small girl my favorite toy is a doll. His name is Mark Jefferson. I remember when Santa Claus gave him to me we even celebrated his baptism at home. My older sister served as his Godmother and Priest. My Mama attended his baptism and even bought cupcakes and Coke. I love kids… I simply adore them.
When I got married my greatest fear is not to have a child. I feel so blessed in my life that I thought maybe something I wanted so much will not be given. And so I prayed and prayed harder. My sister shared a link to me it was the testimonial of Julius Babao and his wife Kristine Bersola to Saint Padre Pio. I said to myself why not the church is just walking distance from our office. As soon as I entered the chapel, I smelled roses. I was very emotional throughout the mass, I was praying and tears were falling down my eyes and I don’t know why. I decided to continue the 9 days novena to Padre Pio. The following day I had spotting… I was heartbroken. I knew a period is coming but until the following day it did not push thru. I decided to consult my OB. I told myself maybe I need help to speed things up. And so that same day I went to my OB and she advised for me to take a pregnancy test and an ultrasound. I told her I’m not pregnant. She told me… we will see. And so I went for blood test and then ultrasound. The OB assisting at the ultrasound center ask me where is my husband, I told her I went alone. She said okay tonight you will have good news for your husband – Congratulations you need not try anymore… You are pregnant!!! I was happily shocked and can’t take my eyes off to the small screen showing the heartbeat of my baby. And so the journey to my greatest dream of being a mother started.
My pregnancy is not as difficult as I thought it will be. I had evening sickness but not as bad as what the other moms had to go thru. I enjoyed every minute of it maybe not all but most. The first butterfly-like movement of my baby, the moment we knew we are going to have baby girl, I specially like the nesting when everything is needed. I am just so happy that I’m pregnant that no difficulty that is part of pregnancy can stop me from being happy.
January 11, I was having some cramps and so I knew that my much awaited for baby is coming. We went to the hospital at 4:00pm but the doctors told me I’m just 2
cm. I can still go home and just come back the following day. At 1:30 am, my husband rushed me to the hospital; I was having some serious pains. My contractions are just 5 minutes apart. At 3cm I was admitted to the hospital and so my 16 hour labor started. It was a difficult and painful one even with epidural. The pain got worst as I reach 7cm and at 9cm I was having fever. I knew something was wrong when residents and doctors started coming inside my labor room and just stare at the fetal monitor. They keep on whispering with each other. I was nervous. The baby’s heartbeat is slowing down due to stress and the fact that I am at 9cm for 3 hours already. The doctors said it’s too long. I was crying already from pain and fear for my baby. I kept on praying hard. I kept on repeating Padre Pio’s name over and over again. I told him I’ll be good just give me the baby. My OB said we have to do an emergency caesarian. At 4:08pm of January 12, I delivered a healthy baby girl, my fervent wish and my answered prayer. So keep on praying and keep on believing someone up there is listening to you.
