Confession of a mother... It was 3 weeks ago when i found out that im 6 weeks pregnant.i was ecstatic! We were overwhelmed by this great news coz this is what we have been praying for for years.however, after a week, i found myself in bed. I was confined in the hospital for 8 days - strictly in bed. No word could describe my sorrow. Although the ultrasound showed me only a thread-like pulsing image, for me, it was a clear picture of a cute little baby; the little angel we have been dreaming of. And an incredible feeling was awakened in me- an immense love coupled with an acute pain brought about by the thought that i might lose him.. Those were miserable days, living with a very real fear of losing someone dear to me. My bleeding never stopped. I couldnt do anything but cry - and pray. On my 6th day of confinement, another ultrasound was done. And it was for me a miracle. I thought this was Our Lady of Guadalupes answer to my ardent prayer. My babys heartbeat become stronger..and the following day, i was discharged from the hospital. However, our bedroom was converted into a hospital room. I am still confined on my bed- no bathroom priviledges. My husband never showed any sign of impatience or difficulty.. Those were routinary days - book, movie,food,medicine; all in bed.3rd day at home, my bleeding got worse.by nightfall, were back at the hospital. And on my 3rd day, the crushing news came. Under ultrasound, they cant find him anymore..it was an undescribable feeling. Its like im evaporating into thin air. So far, its the most cruel experience i had.. Moment of depression... Until when. I saw my daughter khakai and i heard her asked her tita, san na napunta baby namin?. And my tears flowed freely and uncontrolably... Until when???
Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 00:24:06 +0000
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