Thank You, Ma..

I will never look at my mom the same way ever again.. And I meant that in a very good way. Before I create a blog entry about my birthing story of our little one, I would first like to honor the person who is one of the most influential person in my life, my first ever best friend, my beloved mother..

A few days ago, I delivered our first baby (yes, first coz there'll be more lol). I was praying for a normal delivery, which was something God granted me with. Based on what I have read and what experienced people have shared with me, normal/vaginal delivery is way better than having a C-Section delivery mainly because recovery is easier.

By "easier" it meant not having to worry about stitches in your belly and being able to move more freely - these at least are just what I know of.

So postpartum comes and epidural has finally worn off. I had a 4th degree laceration, which is no joke. This means that I have some stitches down there because my doctor decided to cut the whatever-you-call-that-i-dont-know-the-medical-term-for-it near my butt to make our baby's entrance in the world be better. Of course I didn't feel any pain at all as I was on epidural (Thank God for this invention!!).

We spent about 2 nights in the hospital and I felt that I was doing pretty good, recovery wise.. When we finally went home, it was when my body broke down. Good thing family was here and I was, for the first time, after delivery, had my uninterrupted 3 hour sleep.

Fast forward to 2 days after, I knew I had infection down there and went to see my doctor. He then gave me antibiotics and also gave me "pep talk" about bowel movement. So the day after, I mustered up the courage and called out all the gods while having that momentous time of my life! It was indeed a b*tch as how my doctor said. He wasn't kidding!!

Funny as it may seem, it was also a moment when I realized how much pain my mom went through giving birth to me and my 3 sisters. Not to mention, epidural wasn't a thing then.

People say (well, mostly Filipinos say this), that once you have given birth to a child, you have already paid your mom's giving birth to you. It may be true, but for me, what my mom did isn't something that can easily be replaced.. It was a selfless act, binded by love and care. So Ma, thank you and I love you!