As soon as we both hit the bed, she slept so sound in no time. Her sister was already sleeping ahead of us because she was not careful for a certain thing and it almost damage, I scolded her and I told her she could not watch TV anymore last night and she has to sleep early, I know she hated that but she must learn her mistakes.
Anyway, I was so antsy to share this story last night from GOOD Housekeeping Magazine but it was stopped by a little peanut monster here, I thought you may all like it as it was about a Mom who survive from cancer even she was pregnant but if you consider it as the most trial in her life well you’re mistaken.
Here’s the story:
Last September 25, one day before the raging turbulent rains of Ondoy, I gave birth to my son, Eliboy. I underwent an emergency C-section as I had severe pre-eclampsia. My Ob-Gyne told me that I was on the verge of a stroke (I was having trouble seeing clearly already at this time) and gently explained that in order to save not just myself but the life of my baby, I had to give birth prematurely.
I was horrified and completely shocked at the time. I dreaded giving birth as my son was only eight months old. I had heard of stories that it was better to give birth during the sixth or seventh month-but not the eight. I prayed, please LORD, not yet. But if this is the only way to save my son, then I completely surrender him to You.
You see, things change completely when you become a mother: When I had cancer, I completely surrendered to the LORD. But back then, I knew it was just one of two things: either I survive or not. When I was about to give birth to my son, I forgot about myself. I forgot I had options. I pleaded to GOD to save my son. I didn’t even bother to ask Him to save me again.
And with God’s grace, my prayer was answered.
I remember the first time I saw my son in the incubator. My heart was shattered to pieces. There were tubes everywhere in his little body. That night, I cried and cried and cried. It was so hard to bear. It has been like a rollercoaster ride, one day you hear good news; the next, the doctors give you worst-case scenarios. It’s hard to thing straight, let alone move on.
But here is something that I learned from my mother: She taught me to fight this battle with my son on bended knees. Just like what she did when I had cancer. The Lord never failed us before. He will not fail us now. I hope and pray that this ordeal will soon be over and I claim in Jesus name that my son, Elijah Hendrian, will soon be with us-healthy and strong, normal and safe.