We just came back from a well baby check up of our lil tornado and everything was a-okay. He's 10kgs now and about 80cm long. Seems that once the tornado hit the one year mark, growth and weight gain would be slowing down since he's become a tornado in real life. Too much running around and getting addited to nonstop playing will do that to you. (I wonder why I haven't lost weight when I play with tornado all the time?)
So there I was feeling a wee bit cocky coz my baby was the handsomest tyke there when a woman came in with this uber small baby in her hands. So being the extroverted creature that I am, I asked if the baby was a newborn. She said no, that the baby was actually almost 2 months old. I don't think I was able to hide my shock well because she started explaining as to what happened.
She told me that the baby was premature, being born at 7 months. The mother had died during the c-section delivery because something had gone wrong and a vein exploded in the mother's brain. I was appalled. I thought that no one died anymore during childbirth. I was wrong.
I felt so much pity and love for the lil child. This child who no longer had a mother but was still fighting to survive life. He was so fragile and small. His arms and legs barely an inch thick.
And I realized ....
I was so lucky. My family was so lucky. My baby was very lucky. We had none of that. The pregnancy we had went smoothly and we were all healthy. So I just wanna thank the Lord for the many blessings He has given me. And I pray that that lil boy will grow up noticing the blessings that he receives more than the heartaches that he will encounter.
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Hi! Let's all try to add more positivity in this world and adhere to the saying, "if you don't have anything nice to say, keep silent."
Showering you with unicorn poop so you'd always stay magical! Heart heart!