Our fourth child, Ysobel.
This is the birth story of my fourth child. For this story, I’d like to start days before the actual labor day. You see, the waiting game felt really long this time. One reason was that I expected her to be born earlier than the expected due date, which was July 5. And each day past this date felt longer. For days, I did a lot of walking, much more than in any of my first three pregnancies. I walked almost every night with my husband. I walked in the mall. I climbed the stairs. I even danced with my kids while watching Saskia’s Dansschool in Youtube.
Aside from walking, I also did some ‘turning’ exercises. I felt that she was facing forward because the shape of my tummy wasn’t round. And I’ve read that with this position, there is a higher probability of having cesarian. I would do my best to avoid that. I knew that I had good chances of having my third VBAC, and this position felt like a threat to that.
July 9, 2017. 40 weeks and 4 days pregnant.
I’m on my 39th week today with Baby No. 4, so I thought it will be a perfect time to talk about my last three deliveries. (I think “cramming” is more apt than “perfect time”. Hahaha.) Obviously, these happened years ago. So for now, I will be relying on memory, doctor’s notes and my personal contraction tracker. Here goes…
December 23, 2006. 40wks and 1 day pregnant. It was a regular weekly checkup in Makati Medical Center. The reliever OB mentioned that she found signs of a virus during an internal exam. Why she did not see it before when I had a weekly internal exam, I have no idea. So right there, she suggested a cesarean to be done on the same day. At this point, I couldn’t wait to give birth already. With this being my first pregnancy and with the words “risks to the health of the baby” mentioned, we decided to go ahead with the scheduled cesarean. I really wished I at least got a second opinion. Oh well… Continue Reading
My mom is a stay-at-home mom. And I’ve become more appreciative of that since I became one myself. All those years she spent taking care of my siblings and me, she taught us a lot of things. But for now, I want to focus on three things she taught me that are still valuable now as it was then.
She taught me how to pray.
“Lord, huwag nyo po sana kaming pababayaan.” It always started with this. I can still remember her and me on the bed before going to sleep saying this. She taught us that we can pray anytime. She taught us that we can lift our concerns to God, and that He will always listen. This is a very valuable thing she taught us.
When I became an adult, I learned that, in life, there is only so much I can do. I learned that there are many things I don’t understand. I learned that people, no matter how much they love us, are not perfect. But with prayer, I became more grateful for the blessings I received, and I’ve learned to be more dependent on God. Continue Reading