I initially wanted to write about my work trip to Singapore. But since I’m so bothered about what I recently found out, I decided to write about the miracle that is The Little Man.
Daddy A and I found out that I was pregnant with the Little Man late June 2012. I have been having irregular periods ever since I gave birth to The Princess, which is why I wasn’t bothered about light bleeding every now and then. Come June, though, my mother’s instinct (“Momtuition” as EXPO Mom 2013’s slogan named) told me to take a pregnancy test.
That’s when we found out about The Little Man. Daddy A and I immediately headed to the nearest hospital for help. This wasn’t my OB’s hospital, but since it was an emergency, we agreed to get admitted there.
I stayed in the hospital for a week; went home when my bleeding stopped; then got admitted again the following week because of bleeding. After two weeks, I was finally sent home and was advised to go on complete bed rest.
I remember crying a lot of times because of fear of losing our precious baby. Although The Little Man was an unexpected surprise, we wanted him. We did everything to keep him despite the costs. We even postponed our Church wedding just so we can focus on him.
So when he came to this world on the 15th of December 2012, we were overjoyed. Imagine finally seeing and holding the little one that we fought for for months! It was a hard battle, but it was truly worth it.
Hence, the name Ethan Caleb… strong faith. He’s our miracle baby who held on for nine months; our miracle baby who reminded Mommy and Daddy to have faith in the Lord.
Fast forward to July 2013. I was talking to someone about pregnancy and having kids. Our conversation later on went to The Little Man. “Pinalaglag mo ba talaga si C kaya ka dinugo? (Did you bleed because you attempted to abort C?)” the person asked. Apparently, the story they heard was that I’ve been taking abortion pills for some time already and that I went to the emergency room because my life was already at risk. I was shocked.
That was when I told her what really happened. She was also shocked to know that she heard a very different story from someone I am super close to. As to why the person had to make up that story, I don’t know. It’s unnecessary. It’s disappointing. And it’s hurtful. To think that I went to that person during the time I was extremely down because my pregnancy was at risk!
But I don’t want to focus on my anger in this post. We are talking about our miracle baby, aren’t we? *good vibes back*
To our dear Little Man, always know that Mommy, Daddy and Ate K love you. Never ever feel that you are unwelcome. Like what we always tell your big sister, you are not an accident nor a mistake… you are the best of surprises that two people can ever make!
We fought really hard just so you can be with us; just so we can hug you and kiss you. It was a difficult fight, but we are very happy that you are with us now! No words can describe the joy you brought to our family when you came to this world.
We love you, Little Man. Always remember that.