Introducing Baby Ia!

I'm always amazed when things don't go my way - it is a constant reminder that I do not own my life, that my plans are not mine, and however stubborn I want to be, I have to succumb to a greater force who looks after all of us. And this is exactly what has happened with our second baby.

With Aqui, it was a breeze. Sure, there were some complications too as I had gestational diabetes but that was manageable. We had ample time to prepare as first time parents. We attended ante-natal classes, joined a coffee group, read up parenting books and we knew we were ready when she came. I even had time to tidy up the house (Ronnel called it sterilising it with my OC behaviour), prepare frozen meals (yup, a month's supply!) and was just waiting for the day of my induced labour.

It was a whole different ball game with baby number two. First, she was twice as active as Aqui in my tummy. Second, my gestational diabetes didn't come up as an issue until the latest month so I thought I'd be safe. Third, she had an unpredictable streak and gave me contractions as early as the 28th week.

On my 32nd week, I was officially handed over to the hospital specialists for complications and I had to say goodbye to my midwife. It made me a bit sad as I enjoyed being looked after by her and we developed a certain rapport. But the baby's health is a priority so we had no choice. As the days went by, the contractions got more frequent and my blood sugar levels went higher and after a week, I was injecting two types of insulin six times a day. The hospital deemed me unfit for work and I filed the remaining two weeks at work as sick leave. It was a swift farewell to my old and new teammates at work but it was the last thing on my mind. I welcomed the idea of an extra two weeks of rest and preparation. I printed to-do lists and day-by-day schedules for me to prepare just like I did with Aqui. But my efforts were futile.

On Saturday, 17 Sept, 5am, the day after my last day at work, I found myself leaking. At first, I thought I just had a wee accident but with the sheer amount of water gushing out, I suspected it was something else. My waters never broke with Aqui so I didn't have a prior experience for comparison. I quickly woke up Ronnel at the same time looked up Google. Ronnel told me off for relying on the web and my penchant for self-diagnosis and straight told me to call the hospital. I just hate the thought of being wrong - what if it was just really incontinence? But I was glad I took my husband's advice.

In that same morning we were admitted in the hospital. It was confirmed that my waters have ruptured and there were multiple contractions happening. Aqui was a great sport, she looked confused but she knew something was going on. The next day, I was hooked up like a drug momma with IV's on both my wrists and injections all over my body. The doctors decided to deliver baby on Wednesday via a c-section.

Times like these, I can't help but wish that we were not so far away from our family. Thanks to the wonders of texting and Facebook updates, they know what's happening. On the other hand, this also makes us feel so blessed to be surrounded by friends who care for us and support us. We've received numerous offers of help to look after Aqui. Aqui has settled quite well with the Baloyos as she found her BFF of the month Keisha. Thanks Arnel and Doyeth for looking after her. We're also overwhelmed with the support from our Couples for Christ community, for the prayers, words of support and ofcourse, the overflowing food - a friend even organised a roster of food delivery for Ronnel and Aqui. Everybody knows Ronnel's domain is not the kitchen and with only him looking after Aqui at night, I'm sure his energy is drained as well.

Being alone in the hospital room is difficult. I wished Ronnel and Aqui were with me all the time but it's hard for them too, being contained in a room with nothing to do. Parting is doubly hard with Aqui crying whenever she leaves the room, saying "Wawa Mommy, Wawa Baby" (I feel sorry for Mommy, I feel sorry for Baby). It could be a combination of hormones and contraction pain but sometimes I find my face drenched with tears. I draw my strength from Aqui, Ronnel and baby and ofcourse, the greatest giver of strength, our Lord. The alone time I have, I spend trying to be calm. Any anxiety I feel is felt by my baby so I watch movies, read novels, write and read the Bible as well. Sleep and rest became elusive as I needed to get checked every hour 24/7. Then Aqui had a fever which I'm glad has gone after a few hours. Ronnel has done a great job looking after her and I'm thankful for the strength that he has shown in this period.

19 Sept 2011
Once again, our plans (technically, it's the hospital's plans) have been thwarted. At around 9pm, one of the midwives did a routine monitoring of the baby's heartrate and discovered that it has gone above the normal range while my contractions have increased not only in frequency but in scale as well. It was fortunate that a doctor was doing her rounds so she was available for consultation at that time. The quick changes have alerted the doctors who made a swift decision to call for an emergency ceasarian. In a span of an hour, quick arrangements were made -- Aqui once again had to stay with the Baloyos while Ronnel had to come back to the hospital to be present during the delivery. All necessary forms and preparations were made for the upcoming operation and by 10:15pm, I was inside the operating theatre and by 10:55 pm, Baby Iarinelle's cries resonated in the white room.

The miracle of birth is what it is-- a miracle. Anything can happen and when it happens, you feel humbled by it. The doctors told me at the tail end of the operation that it was the right call to have the surgery then, as they found out that my placenta was bleeding which may have caused the waters to rupture in the first place. I would have been telling a different story if they have waited a day or two. I really feel humbled knowing that we are being looked after. I couldn't imagine what would have happened if the midwife skipped the routine monitoring, or if the doctor wasn't doing her rounds in the ward or if we stuck to the original hospital birth plan. I don't want to even think about the what ifs then.

And so Baby Ia says hello to the world at 35 weeks. We've chosen the name "Iarinelle" for two reasons, 1) we wanted to have Ronnel's name with the second one as my name was part of Aqui's Jacqueleen and 2) it suited her and the events that have happened. Dissecting her name, IA means she/he ; RIN means follow and EL means God -- so it literarily means "She follows God." The challenges have just started though -- because she's early, she had to stay in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) strapped with all the monitors and drips. It was heartaching to look at a little one in a Darth Vaderesque get up but we knew it was for her sake. Her fighting spirit shone through as she emerged healthy and strong-willed. They had to monitor her closely as her blood sugars were low and had to have a tube stuck to her nose so that she can ingest milk quicker. She had her own plans to show she was better than that as she started drinking from the cup and the bottle! The tube only lasted for a day and by Thursday night, she was in a normal cot and unattached to drips or any monitoring line! She is truly amazing, even the nurses are awed by her resilience.

As for me, I have been discharged from the hospital and trying to move to a NICU room with her. She still has to stay in NICU as she is still under 36 weeks but we're no longer worried. We know that we are being looked after.

Tonight, I sleep beside Aqui and Ronnel after six nights of separation. I miss baby Ia but I know the nurses are taking care of her at the hospital. Life is good. God is good.

Feast your eyes on lovely Ia!

Farewell, Lolo.

My grandfather passed away last Wednesday. He had cancer and we were told he had a couple of months to live so it came as a shock that those months were shortened to just weeks. My biggest regret was that I wasn't able to talk to him before he left. I thought to myself that there will be time. I had several excuses for postponing my call, that work and Aqui was making us too busy, or that my pregnancy was difficult that I was tired all the time. Just excuses, really. Now that I think of it, I was scared. I wasn't ready to face the fact that my grandfather was dying.... And because I'm such a coward, I wasn't able to say goodbye.

My last dream before I woke up was of my grandfather. I dreamt that I went to our old house to drop off some food and as I was leaving, I heard my grandfather's voice calling, asking me "Are you not going to say goodbye to me?". I turned and saw him in his usual white sando and shorts, on a blue bed, beside some hospital equipment. I ran towards him, gave him a hug and walked away, waving goodbye as I said, "Bye bye Lolo.". And with that, I woke up with a shiver in my spine and cold sweat on my forehead.

Thank you Lolo for giving me a last chance to say goodbye.

Counting Our Blessings

As promised in my last post, this post is about counting my blessings. It is always good to count our blessings, name them one by one and see what God has done (lyrics of a song). I know I’ve got more to count but as greatness comes in three, I’ll just write down the greatest three blessings we’ve received this year…

Brothers Reunited

My brothers-in-law have come for a 3-week visit and we’ve been busy showing them around North Island. Luckily, they’re like Ronnel and me – homebodies and just happy spending time with each other, playing xbox and Wii, pigging out with good food and watching movies at home. So we don’t really need to go to lengths of showing them the whole of NZ. My workmates tease me that we’ve migrated to the wrong country if we just like spending time at home. Yup, we’re not into trekking, mountain climbing, kayaking or anything adventurous and we don’t want to force ourselves to do things that we’re not just into. As long as we’re happy, we’re good. Speaking of happy, I’m happy to see Ronnel so happy – it’s been a while since he’s bonded with his brothers. It’s so unusual to have boisterous loud boy laughter resonating in our home, times three!

Bonus Ipad 2!

Ronnel promised me an Ipad (or an Iconia or anything that I can watch my kdramas with lying down) as a Christmas+Anniversary+Valentines+Birthday combo gift. So on March 25, when the Ipad2 was launched in Wellington, I told my boss that I’ll be off in the afternoon to queue up in Yoobee (Apple store). I started queuing at 1pm when the Ipad was to be launched at 5pm – yup, I am that techno-addict (remember us queue up for the Wii?). Little did I know that there were several people from work trying to contact me. I looked at my phone which had 20 missed calls, and a workmate even went all the way to Yoobee to look for me (Thanks Shiffy!) just to tell me to pick up my phone. And so I did, and in the other line was my boss’ boss asking me to come back to work. I told him I was in queue for an Ipad and he quickly told me to step out of the line. My first thoughts were, “Why? What have I done wrong?” I only asked him, “Why?” and he said, it was because I won an Ipad2 in an idea competition I joined a week ago! Yay!

Big Sister Aqui

And the biggest blessing – we’re expecting! (This reminds me of a week ago when I finally told my workmates I was expecting and one of them asked, “Expecting what?” which brought laughter to the whole team.)

Aqui is going to be a big sister soon. Ronnel is hoping and I’m guessing it’s a boy because this pregnancy is so much more difficult than when I had Aqui. I’m fifteen weeks now (due October 22) and still suffering from all-day sickness and fatigue. All in all, the baby’s healthy and quite active too. We’ve had two scans now and in both scans, little one has been jumping up and down. We’re waiting for the 20^th week scan to find out the gender and so that we can prepare baby stuff as well.

I know there are still so much more blessings to count and so much more to come. Thank you Lord!

Birthday Blessings

Another year has gone and every birthday I’ve had since I hit 25, I go into a reflective mood. Maybe it’s an aging thing. This year was another year of blessings; could even be a peak year for me and Ronnel --definitely the highest point in my life so far, which is so contrasting to seven years ago. That was the time where Ronnel got into that horrible accident and on top of that had to endure horrendous rumors about us.

Come to think of it, my life pre New Zealand was really different. Sure I had great friends but alongside I made bad enemies but it never really bothered me because I always believed in what Aristotle said about the antidote for fifty enemies is one true friend. But lately I’ve been thinking, why take the poison in the first place? I guess looking back, I stupidly took the poison myself without realising it. My only excuse was I didn’t know better. You see, I’ve been brought up in an environment where if you think you’re right, stand up for yourself and don’t let anybody block your way. More often than not, I saw things black and white-- there were no grey areas, and I couldn’t help myself and just have to make those grey areas either black or white. Ronnel calls it my Hero complex, that I think it's on my shoulders to do something to make things right. And of course because I’m no hero, I get into trouble and just make enemies out of friends. I think Ronnel is just being nice when he said that, the truth is, I’m just meddlesome. And yeah, I point it out when I think someone’s wrong... And whoever wants to admit he is wrong? More importantly, who am I to think about others faults when I have done so many wrongs in my life? I’ve come to realise this and gradually became a different person. I want to say I’m better but I don’t want to jinx it yet. And yes, God had a great role in my acceptance of this truth. It is arrogance for me to say that all the achievements we’ve had these years is due to our hard work. It was never just because of that. He always had a hand in everything. Even at our lowest point, He was there. It was then I realised how helpless we are without Him, that at any point in time, life could end...or start anew. So yeah, I’m happy to say for the past six years here in NZ, I’m enemy-free. I don’t claim to be good friends with everyone but I make a conscious effort to watch what I say or do, even think. If I ever feel to wear my hero costume, I say a little prayer in my head to remind myself that I’m not perfect and I’m definitely no hero. And I think this holy week, I will make it an effort to track down people I have hurt to just say sorry. No expectations. Just ask forgiveness for my sheer stupidity.

And gradually, because I’m no longer pre-occupied with illusions of saving the world, I got to count my blessings. I got into more productive stuff. I built lasting relationships. I saw people who were like me before and just prayed for them. Another realisation I had was, if I were the old me, I would have gone to them saying what they are doing is wrong. But that’s the thing, for people like the “me” before, we are never wrong, and that’s why it always goes downhill from there. So the best thing to do is just pray for them. I find that God has a way of taking care of things. The less I meddle, the less words I say, the less hero thoughts I think, the more faith I have in him.

One annoying thing that I know I haven’t gotten rid of, but I’ve definitely mellowed down I think, is my habit of correcting someone else’s grammar. It was payback time for me when Ronnel pointed out my status post in Facebook was grammatically incorrect. At first I couldn’t believe it, me? But it wasn’t the first time-- at work, someone noticed a grammatical slip I made. So yeah I admit that my vigilance for perfecting my non native tongue has slipped a bit. I guess before I always thought that impeccable grammar was end-all and be-all especially since my first course in UP was Speech and Drama. How ironic that my English has gone worse when I am in an English speaking nation. But really, I think I need to brush up on my grammar, I need to write more. I always said before to Ronnel that if we had kids, he'd teach them Math and Science while I do English. I need to pick up my game if I don’t want Aqui correcting my grammar when she grows up. Hmm, come to think of it, my sister has asked me to do a couple of English essays for her school work and a friend asked me to write an article for a local newsletter. Wow, everything is just falling into place. PS: I checked this entry for grammar so hope I didn’t miss anything – if I did, let me know. J

So yeah, another year of blessings has gone, and I know there are more to come. I ask Ronnel that what if this is it, like we are being blessed so much this year in preparation for a time where everything will be taken away from us. Ronnel just keeps on reminding me to have faith, to remember our lowest days, because all days after that are better days.

PS – I’ve got bonus blessings to share on my next post so watch this space.

In the meantime, here are some photos of my colleagues and me having our International Lunch Potluck.

Indian Lamb Curry Paua Fritters

Kiwi Slice Chinese Stir Fry Noodles

My Puto Pandan & Fried Rice Stir Fry Lamb

Blog Revival

My bestfriend Marj has been bugging oops encouraging me to blog again and it is three in the morning and I couldn’t sleep so here goes....

It’s been a while and I think my last blog entry was when before we went back to the Philippines for Aqui’s first birthday. She is turning two in two months so that’s quite a while. I’ll skip the Philippine trip since that on its own is a whole blog.

What I want to talk about is the recent quakes, tsunamis and end of the world rumours going around and how it has affected us.

On the surface, it has no effect really. Life goes on. It has been doubly busy at work with project implementations and deadlines. But once in a while you get little reality checks on some things we take for granted. Last week, a colleague from Christchurch came and sat with me in preparation for the project delivery and she said how relieved she was to be able to take a shower as it was the first since the quake there. We had a nice lunch and she said it’s just what she needed. It made me realise how valuable the things that we just treat so lightly here and you only find out when it’s taken away from you. I know that. I mean I know the concept but when someone across the table tells you these, it becomes a different level.

Another reality check is when we had that 10 pm earthquake in Wellington. Aqui and I were in the living room and my first and only instinct was to grab her and hug her. My thoughts were if this was it, at least I still got to hug her. Only after the quake did I think that I should have ran for the survival kit or went under a table or something. I’m comforting myself thinking that if it had gone longer I would have done that. What struck me that time was at the end of the day, nothing else really matters. All our possessions, achievements and plans of greatness don’t matter. When it’s your time, it’s your time. Something like that final destination movie (Parts 1, 2 or 3), however hard u try to escape it, if it’s your time, it just is. So I guess what really matters is that moment when you’re in front of your Maker. When you’re asked, and I believe that we will all be asked this question, “What have you done for me lately?”.

So where was Ronnel when I was having all these dramatic reflections? Well during the Welly quake, he was sleeping. And the japan tsunami, he was playing Xbox. While I was preparing our survival kit, he was thinking of where to get Aqui a dora costume for the dora concert we’re attending in two weeks. His nonchalance annoyed me so I asked him if he wasn’t worried. And his response was, “Because I have faith.” I was Martha and he was Mary. Another great revelation for why we’re so good together.

Food Art and Stuff

On a lighter note, I’ve been practicing some food art to encourage Aqui to eat more. I really don’t have to because she eats like a horse, well like a pony, really. Anyway, I’ve done Elmo sushi and Dora onigiri. Last night, I made some fish and car shaped boiled eggs and Dora mashed potatoes with cone jellos on the side. Aqui zeroed in on the jello and just poked Dora around. She wanted a whole apple instead of the Hello Kitty and star shaped ones. So Ronnel ended up eating Aqui’s dinner. For breakfast, we had puppy/piggy fried rice with longganisa (pork/chicken sausage) and Mango salsa. Aqui opted for cornflakes. I take it that she thinks the food is too nice to look at to eat.