We knew this day would come. It was inevitable. Yet somehow we hoped it would come much much later. Not now, we hoped. Not ever, we wished.
Seven got sick. Really sick.
We woke up the morning after Christmas and noticed he was having difficulty breathing. He had long, heavy breaths with some wheezing. The previous two days he had light cough that we thought would be cured by mild medication. Obviously, his condition got worse. And to make things complicated, his St. Luke's pediatrician was out of town because of the holiday break.
Fortunately we were referred to a Bulacan-based pedia and we quickly set an appointment (and fortunately, she held clinic that early morning). The verdict was handed down soon : Seven had to be hospitalized. As soon as the doc said that, Anie broke down and wept. Our seven-month-old Seven was going to be hospitalized. Too soon, I told myself. I had wished that somehow he could get as lucky as me - I haven't been hospitalized my entire life (so far). I haven't been sick enough to be confined, so I don't know how much that dextrose needle hurts (and I don't wanna know). Seven was going to find out at such an early age. We're sorry, son.
Doc said it was best to look after Seven in the hospital and be aggressive with the treatment. Not wanting to risk his health, we quickly agreed. But not without a dose of heartache.
So there it happened. Seven was admitted, he was pricked for the dextrose and skin tests. Of course he cried. Anie cried with him before she couldn't stand watching it anymore and went outside the medical ward. That was the hardest part.
Thankfully, things got better once we settled into our hospital room. Seven got to sleep comfortably and started to breathe and feel better. He got the joy in his face back. Seven made it easier for us by flashing that smile time and time again as if he wasn't sick. And if it's any consolation, we were told Seven's quite lucky because other babies with the same condition had to be supplied with oxygen for breathing. Good thing Seven's big and strong for his age.
Four days and three nights at the hospital is torture (especially for me), but it made our boy better. This is something we dread, something we hate to happen. But we always knew this first heartbreak would come.
Seven's now doing okay but his medications continue. We're happy and thankful we got through it.
To God be the glory still.
He's now home and back to his giggling ways. But as for New Year's eve, he'll have to stay indoors during the festivities. No going out for the next few weeks. As per doctor and pop's strict orders.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, everyone! =)
'Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la la la la la
Fast away the old year passes, fa la la la la la la la la
Hail the new ye lads and lasses!
Our little (or big) angel Seven is now 7 months old. The air is cooler, the food tastes better, the parties are more enjoyable. This Christmas is definitely merrier because we now have our wonderful boy.
To make the holidays happier, a few days ago Seven did his second print ad project and his first TV commercial. And how do you make that even better? By doing the project with his mom! You're reading a proud pop and husband's blog. Please bear with my infatuation.
Anie must have done over a hundred shoots (print and TVCs) in her 10-year modeling career, but I haven't accompanied her to a single one. Maybe the farthest I've gone is to drop by the set to say hi to the directors, makeup artists and other people she worked with. But to actually sit there and wait for the shoot to wrap up? Never. I don't have the patience.
Until this one. Because she's working with Seven. Hahaha. Let me take you through the photos...
The shoot wasn't a breeze. To make you better understand, here are what I was thinking during different stages of the shoot...
- Upon arrival at the shoot location and seeing the big production : "Wow, this is so cool. This is a big one. ARRI lights!!!"
- Upon seeing Seven's fallback options : "Uh-oh. I hope Seven doesn't act up too much. That kid looks cute, too!"
- During the print ad shoot : "Way to go, Seven. You're doing it. Effortless. But hey let's wrap this up quick before Seven gets sleepy."
- During the first TVC layout, and Seven's not in the mood : (Fingers crossed. Hoping the baby handler can get Seven to calm down and smile. The staff and crew are all tired - they've been in the set since 5AM - and wondering if Seven will change his mood. I tell myself there should be no pressure on Seven, he's six months old! If this isn't meant to be, it's not meant to be. Suddenly the Alanis Morissette song "Perfect" pops into my head, and I shake my head that's not how Seven should be treated. It will be totally fine with me if he doesn't get the TVC project, the print ad will be enough. I know the crew is tired and anxious, I'm fine if they replace Seven with the fallback.)
- After Seven finally manages to act through the first layout : "Whew! We made it!"
- During the second TVC layout, which required Anie to lift Seven a lot of times : "Wow. Muscle!!!"
- During the last layout : "Almost there. Almost there. This is the easiest part. You can do it, baby. (Director says cut and claps his hands, staff and crew joins the clapping.) Yey! We're done! Finally! You did it, Seven!"
Thank you to the director, the producer, the client, the rest of the staff and crew, for the patience. It wasn't easy, but eventually the job got done. We're proud to be part of the production.
We couldn't be prouder parents.
(But now I know why my father pulled me out of a TV gig I was supposed to have when I was 4 or 5 years old. I was to join a show with Joey de Leon in a channel somewhere (sorry I forgot, I was too young then). They launched me by doing a radio guesting and a TV station tour and sitdown with Connie Angeles (if you happen to know her). It was all-systems-go, until my father suddenly told my talent agent that we won't be pushing thru with the project. His reason? He didn't want me to go through the long hours of TV production, and he wanted me to enjoy a normal childhood. I think he was right. True story, by the way.)
Now that Seven is seven months old...
Happy seven, Seven! We love you!
To cap this post, let me share our Christmas portrait. =)
(Thanks to Lorraine Sandel for clicking the shutter. I can think of a setting, a pose, of props, arrange things, but I can't shoot myself. I suck at self-portraits. So thank you, sister.)
We wish everyone a fun holiday season but let's not forget the reason we're celebrating it. It's not about the gifts. It's not about the Santa hats. It's not about the food and feasts, it's not about your godparents-turned-fugitives. It's about Jesus Christ.
From Seven, Anie, and myself.. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Happy New Year too!!!
A week ago, Anie and I celebrated our third wedding anniversary (and tenth overall as a couple) by heading north to Baguio. It was our first anniversary with Seven, so even though we've been to Baguio many times before, we were excited to visit the City of Pines once again. It was good timing as the weather was cool, no rain, the city wasn't packed, and we thoroughly enjoyed our stay at Camp John Hay's The Manor. Great quality time.
Sharing with you more photos of Seven and some snapshots of Baguio...
We can't wait to take Seven on a plane ride as soon as he's good to go. Till then, these road trips should be fine. Thank God for the safe travel! =)
Father to Seven. Prefers to be called "Pop" because Daddy is too sosyal, Papa can mean boyfriend / boy-toy or a ketchup, Tatay is too un-sosyal, and Popsie is just three letters too much. I don't like the cola because it's too sweet, but I esteem coach Gregg Popovich because he gets the job done. So Pop it is.