What?! I can’t believe it’s been one year since I gave birth the second time around. Anyare 2013?! Nagmamadali? Haaaay. Again quoting Gretchen Rubin “Days are long but years are short.”
Allow me to be all sentimental and emotional on this post. At around 3 o’clock in the afternoon of this day last year, I gave birth to my second child. My son, Juro Matthew. I honestly didn’t know what to expect, emotionally. Although I was expecting the worst pain of delivering, given my delivery with lil’ Ms. GJG was painful (the surgery wound that is). Other than thinking of the pain I need to injure, I was also conditioning myself that I would do everything in my power to breastfeed my son. Luckily, until this very day, I am breastfeeding him. These two things were on top of my mind the moment we arrived at the hospital.
The anticipation of meeting your child for the very first time is one of those few overwhelming (in a good way) moments a parent faces. The anxiety of finally seeing my child for the first time for both my deliveries is something I will never get tired of looking back.
Those six hours waiting time was one of the longest, not to mention the hungriest moments of my life. I remember I keep on staring at this hand made name of Juro from Baby Bash Ideas. While doing so, I keep on imaging what he looks like.
Then I finally saw him. He didn’t cry immediately unlike his Achi. I was worried for a while but relieved to know he was better than fine. He’s just not the grumpy kind of baby.
Let me just say a few things that I’ve learned about life and myself because of this wonderful little bundle of joy named Juro.
First off, he made us realize that something new is always a good thing. We (Mr. Go & I) were quite afraid of what changes having two kids will bring in our lives. We were afraid we won’t be able to give them the best of us nor provide them the best things life has to offer. But all that changed when we met him. Juro made us let go of our worries and the future, he made us focused on the present.
I never thought I can endure enough physical pain for him. Breastfeeding and caesarian section to name two. On our second day at the hospital, I was walking already and have not felt the pain of the surgery, (I don’t know if it was a miracle or if I just had a great anesthesiologist) making me focused on learning how to breastfeed him.
That our hearts can grow as our family grows. That loving two precious human beings are possible, without worrying if you’re giving enough love to each one. That true love is unconditional and simultaneous.
That practice makes perfect. Because we’re no more first time parents, we’re confident enough to practice patience and just enjoy the moments. He reminded us that it is perfectly okay to try new things, things we weren’t aware nor familiar with when we had our firstborn lil’ Ms. GJG.
To not sweat the small stuff. Life really is what we make it. Sometimes, we’re too caught up thinking of the future and focusing on irrelevant things, hoping these would take us a step closer to our dreams. Until it’s too late to realize we’re already living our dreams. That a smile, a kiss, a hug makes life sweet.
That I want him to be a mama’s boy forever. All the sleepless nights feeding, nursing a cold, a fever, and a popping tooth were all worth it. I would run to you and your sister’s rescue the moment you call “mommy”. You and your sister are my constant reminder of how lucky I am to be called your mom.
That you, my son have a piece of my heart and that you will always be my baby boy. Next thing I know, you’ll be riding a bike, driving your own car.
Until then, you’re still my baby!
I am forever grateful to Him for having you as part of our family. I love you Juro to the moon & back. Happy, happy first birthday my darling!
Eeep, few more days and I turn a year old too! Which means, you’ve got a few more days to join my GIVEAWAYS!
Have a great Tuesday everyone.