Portia’s Island

Time indeed goes by quickly sometimes. In about 5 weeks time, my son will be one year old already. Has it been that fast already?

Gosh, has it really been 397 days since the last time he was inside me? I can still recall the day I gave birth to him very vividly. I remember being pissed off half the time in between the labor pains because Wowowee was playing in the TV they had in the labor room. I kept asking the midwives to transfer the channel into whatever–anything!–except that show. But they couldn’t find the remote control, and that was that. And nobody was tall enough to reach the TV that was inside a box attached to the ceiling. If I had been able to get up and change it myself, I would have. Thankfully, cellphones were allowed in the delivery room and after a short SMS to my husband, my salvation came in the mp3 player. Beastie boys and pinikpikan….. hmmm, maybe that partly explains my son’s hyperactive personality?

To all my female friends who are reading this blog and haven’t gone through pregnancy and birth yet— do not dread labor and delivery. Its hard, yes, but it will be over in a few hours. Its the months that follow that are harder by several degrees. But still, even though it is challenging, it is so worth it.

I sometimes have to remind myself how Orrin looked like the day he was born. He was not handsome at all, as all newborn boys are. But now, my golly, my son is really gwapo. I keep on falling in love with him everytime he wakes me up in the morning–sometimes with a kick in the face, sometimes with a kiss– and every time he gives me that little contented smile before finally going to Dreamland. The latest “pa-cute” he knows now is “beautiful eyes”. Batting eyelashes 3 times before giving a long wink. Never fails to illicit smiles from everybody. He is really becoming a charmer.

It wont be long now before he can finally walk on his own. Even now, he is showing signs that he wants to be independent. My baby is fast becoming a little boy. I hope he doesn’t grow up too quickly. I just know I am going to cry when he takes his first steps. Tears of joys mixed with tears of sadness, knowing that his first step will be the first many as he takes on the world around him. He may have come from me, but he is not mine. The best thing I can do is guide him as he goes through life, in the best way I know how.

Hay, kadasig sang tiyempo ah… it seemed only yesterday that he was this small bundle sleeping in peace in my arms. He has lost his baby smell, that’s for sure, but I will always remember how sweet his breath smelled on the first few days. And the memory of that smell will stay with me always….

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