August 18, 2010
My son, Draco, will be turning 3 next week. It’s coz of this that I’m writing about him (while he is sweetly snoring beside me).
I admit I did not want Draco initially. I was not happy with the thought of having another baby while I still have a baby – meaning Nyx. But the thought that I might be having a baby boy also kept me going.
And just when I have accepted the fact that I was pregnant, I started bleeding. After I saw my OB-GYN, she said it was ‘threatened abortion’ and that I could not do anything active. Yikes! Baby boy really was not gonna make it easy for Mommy. I was supposed to rest my ass so the baby could successfully form but hard-headed as I was (still am!), I even went on a long vacation. A vacation full of road trips and island hopping!
At the end of my term, I got back home with a 1-cm opening. I summoned my husband immediately and threw an outrageous fit when he hesitated. The 1-cm opening went on for one whole week. And during the 1-cm weekend, I was partying and dancing in sky high platforms in a Ramon Jacinto Concert. That was Friday night. My husband arrived the next day. We went to the OB and learned that I was still 1.5 cm open. What? After all the dancing and jumping and running back and forth due to the super busy anniversary weekend of Casino Bacolod?! 1.5 effing cm?! Since it was a Saturday, I was checked at the Riverside Labor Room already. And because of my previous experience of 22-hour labor all by myself, I opted to go home. I insisted on going home.
I was furious that I only progressed half a centimeter. Half a centimeter. What’s that – a horizontal comma? Grrr! When we got home, I wore my house dress slash daster, laced up my Nikes and boarded the treadmill. I walked-jogged for 30 minutes with incline. Ahhhh. Labor pains. Instant. And all through the night, I labored with my husband and my daughter alternately hugging me and stroking my cheek. My poor husband did not know what to do and how he would react to what was going on in front of him. (The labor really is no joke. Your entire body quivers and erupts into uncontrollable spasms and then fades away. And then when you think, it’s over, it starts all over again.)
At around 5 am, my husband asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital already. Oh no. Sunshine insisted on waiting for the sunlight. Pain threshold challenged for a few more hours. By 7 am, I was already calling the hospital for room reservations. As it is now, August of 2007 was also Dengue Fever fever. You had to make reservations! There was no room available but I was on the wait list.
Tatay drove us to the hospital but not before I took a short shower. (Yes, I made tine to shower coz I did not want to be a labor room horror story!) Super quick shower not because I was in a hurry but because I could no longer move so much coz of the pain. And while seated on the way to the hospital, I was already lifting my ass off the seat every time I felt a contraction coming.
We were at the hospital by around 8am. I had a quick stopover at the labor room for a check on my already 9-cm opening which earned me the express trip to the delivery room. And in two pushes, Draco was out. 8:20 AM.
Drakey, although the journey to you was a little dramatic, delivery was almost painless. And as I look at you while I’m closing this blog, I remember what you said to me last night when I told you about my work problems and daddy problems. And you told me, “Mom, I’ll make you happy. Don’t be sad. Like this lang ‘ta forever.” And you hugged me so tight. I love you so much, Draco. And you are my forever, too.
