Three Saturdays ago, as I was watching the evening news, I noticed my wife (who just came out of the bathroom) standing a few feet from the TV. Just standing there, as if waiting for something. I looked at her and she flashed a wide smile with a pair of gleaming eyes. I asked her why and it turns out she had big news of her own. "I'm pregnant." I shot back if she was serious, and she said yes. Another "ha??" and she showed me the test kit. There they were, the two lines. The two lines that are considered a precious breakthrough by married couples who long for a child of their own. Also the two lines that signal an unwanted life shift for teenage moms or ladies with unexpected pregnancies.
We were caught off-guard. The plan was to TRY for baby number 2 AFTER Seven's second birthday, not 8 months before. Well, things happen for a reason, and this is a pleasant surprise from God. To be honest, I was worried at first because I didn't feel ready yet for a second child. We are still enjoying Seven immensely, and my biggest concern was how to divide our attention once the second baby is born. How do we make sure Seven keeps getting our full affection? And how, also, do we give our best to our second kid, the standard of what we did for Seven? A lot of questions and apprehension (especially on my part) but nonetheless we are truly thankful for this surprise. Sorry, Seven, your time as our unico hijo will end sooner as planned, but we pledge that our love for you will never lessen. Sorry, new baby, for I didn't greet your arrival as ecstatic as I would have liked, but I assure you we will do our best to love and care for you as your kuya. For what it's worth, you're luckier because we now have some knowledge in raising a child, owe it to our experience with your "kuya". So you are sure to benefit from that.
How do we divide our attention and still give a hundred percent to two kids? Impossible. We just have to double our love and effort. It's another challenge but based on our time with Seven, it's definitely going to be a highly-enjoyable journey. Three has become four.
Upon consultation, Anie's doctor advised her to wait two more weeks before having her tummy scanned. Today we finally had the procedure. It's confirmed : she's 7 weeks pregnant. Heartbeat is strong and things look okay. Such a blessing.
We pray for Anie and the baby's health, we pray for a safe and smooth pregnancy. We pray for a hassle-free delivery. We pray that we can continue to provide our babies' needs. And finally... Lord, we always welcome what you give to us. Your will be done, but if we can request, can you please make it a girl this time? Anie would be overjoyed, and she deserves it. Kung pwede lang naman po.
Friends, we will appreciate your prayers, too. Thank you so much.
To God be the glory. Thank You so much.
(For those thinking it was made in Macau... just do the math.)
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.