When I got pregnant, I had a lot of apprehensions. At first I wasn’t that excited when I missed my period a month after we got married. I thought it wouldn’t be so early. My husband and I missed our “honeymoon” period. Anyway, I am not getting any younger then and I realized that it is the right time to conceive.
The nine month period was not so easy. The most crucial part was during my first trimester. I have been through what is medically referred to as hyperemesis gravidarum. It was really very difficult for me. I lost a lot of weight. Good thing my OB-GYN advised me to take vitamins to help me all the way. The second quarter was much better. I was able to cope with all those pains and difficulties. I felt nervous during my seventh month. My baby could come at any time. During that nine-month period, we moved about three times. It was very difficult for me, but we have no other choice. First, we have to move because I became allergic to my surroundings. The second time, the owner asked us to vacate the place right away and lastly, we moved because it was too stressful for me because the last place we stayed was quite far from the road.
But I was grateful to God for the strength he gave me. Earlier this year, I finally became a mother to my 8.6 pound baby boy. She gave birth by C-section because my body didn’t cooperate during that time. Also, my baby was too big according to my OB-GYN, so it’s hard for me to deliver a normal delivery.
At this time, I enjoyed my journey as a mom. Every afternoon, I always look forward to one day ending so I can be with my baby again. I really want to be with him 24/7 but I need to work. The days I spent with him during my leave from work were not enough. I’m over that separation anxiety though. It was my mother-in-law who took care of him because we still can’t afford to hire a nanny.
My baby is my treasure. I really love him. I don’t mind spending a sleepless night with him. His smile, his laugh, wow, I really love everything about him. I love when I hugged him, when I sang him a lullaby. In fact, the feeling is really different. I always thank God for giving it to me. All that pain I felt from the operation (which I can still feel up to now) is nothing. I can ignore them all. My baby is the most precious gift God has given me.
The joy of being a mother is truly immeasurable, incomparable, and a true accomplishment. The experience is priceless and I really learned a lot about parenting through what they call the “mother instinct”. As of now, my baby’s sleep patterns are unpredictable. She also developed what they call “baby tantrums.” Being a parent is an art. You learn things naturally. Every evening after work hours I am always looking forward to being with my baby again.