Seven months ago, my tummy is beyond tape measure's reach. I was so frustrated that I couldn't wear some of my dresses but at the same time I was so excited of seeing my baby. I took an earlier leave from work just to make sure I have enough rest before my delivery.
While my due date was getting nearer, most of my friends asked me about my angel. I felt frustrated when I expected him to arrive on my dute date but there was no signs of labor. The anxiety lasted for some days. On my mother's birthday, February 10, I felt like I was having some back pain and I remembered I was complaining it to my mom while having some chat with her. At the wee hours I felt my water bag broke and I visited the toilet for the nth time. That was the first time I saw my husband danced without a tune. He was moving to and fro as if he was the one who's gonna deliver the baby. When Sam, our dear friend, came into our room, he acted as he would scold me when I said, "Wait, I have to put some lipstick first." hahahaha
While I was at the delivery room, Pangs and Sam couldn't stay in one place. I even heard them arguing with some nurses reminding them to take good care of me. I was so grateful that Sam accompanied my husband that time.
The labor was so terrible. I thought I was gonna die. Everytime the baby kicked, I was running out of breath. My heart began to palpitate faster and I became so nervous. I asked the nurses to talk to me, but the only phrases they could say are "please wait, please realax, and doctor near."
When my doctor arrived, he saw how I suffered with the labor and I even said, "Talk to me or I'll gonna faint." That was the time he asked my husband to join me in the delivery room. I thought pushing the baby out was like doing the hardest s*** I could ever have but I was wrong. Dylan did not go out easily and when my husband saw him coming in and out, he said he's gonna faint. That was the moment I gave my last push, with the nurses and my husband's full force support.
Now Dylan Thairone Felix-Aguelo is six months old and he grows so fast. It seems that he was like a newborn yesterday. Six months ago, he was so fragile. I was even afraid to breastfeed him. Now, he rolls over our bed, makes some push-ups, and giggles. His laughters are our medicine from loneliness, frustration, and boredom. Dylan completes our family.
