I meant to make a birthday blog last May 21, because frankly that's the only time of year when my endless gratitude and self-indulgence are tolerated. I think. Yet one excuse led to another, days zipped by, and by the time I started the blog (THIS blog), my birthday is sooooo in the rear-view mirror that calling it a birthday blog seemed inappropriate.
Doesn't mean I'm not going to make a birthday blog anymore, though. Well, something came along, earlier than expected. Now it's not about one, but two (imagine Susan Roces saying that) birthdays I'll be raving thanks about. Perhaps the best gift I could receive on my birthday, no matter if it came three days late. I'm often asked what more could I want when I have almost everything I need. Whenever I'm asked that question, I get stumped and somehow agree to the question's premise. I can only think of one answer, and now it has arrived. He has arrived.
Yep, my beautiful wife Anie has given birth to our first child, Seven. It was a week ahead of her due date. We were watching Jessica Sanchez belt out "The Prayer" on the American Idol finale (AI is one of our bonding activities) when Anie's water broke. About an hour later, we were on our way to St. Luke's. I knew, we knew, it was time. It wasn't going to be a false alarm. Seven will soon be coming out.
And came out he did. At 12:23AM of May 24, Seven officially said hello via the most beautiful cry I ever heard. (But no, I didn't cry. Let's just say I was super happy but I wasn't overwhelmed.) Our long wait was over. Anie, awake all the while during the Caesarian delivery, had Seven by her side shortly thereafter. It was a sweet, sweet midnight. A few hours later, Anie and Seven joined us in our suite, and four days later we happily went home.
Here I am, seven days after that supercalifragilistic incident, doing this blog as my way of saying THANK YOU for all your prayers and well-wishes. Our family is very happy of adding another member. Anie and I are of course ecstatic that we got what we waited for.. Seven completes us. Yet we are also overjoyed and extremely thankful because of the love and support that our friends and relatives have showered us. The text messages, the calls, the Facebook comments, are all appreciated. We feel lucky to have Seven. We feel luckier that we got friends like you. (Lucky or blessed, it's the same feeling.)
So again, to all of you who care enough to read this, THANK YOU. To our family and friends, THANK YOU for the time and effort in dropping by the hospital to greet Seven. To our immediate family, THANK YOU for being there. To our social networking friends, THANK YOU for the appreciation. To the doctors and fantastic nurses and staff at St. Luke's, THANK YOU for taking care of my wife and son (the only sad part in leaving the hospital is saying goodbye to you people...and paying the hospital bill. But it was worth it). To my wife, THANK YOU for the sacrifices and for being such a wonderful person. To our Lord, THANK YOU for the blessings especially this uber special one. To You be the glory. And to Seven, THANK YOU for coming into our lives.
Things have drastically changed now. Looking back, I guess our decision to not have a child yet during our first year of marriage is a sound one, so Anie and I can have time for ourselves. So we can have time to sleep properly. Anyway, we're happy to have this burden of taking care of Seven. This is only the beginning. We have a long way to go. I'm dreading the moment when Seven gets sick or gets his first bruise/wound/injury. I'm dreading the day that we feel helpless when something happens to him that's beyond our control. It's going to come eventually...and we have to be ready.
For now, we're going to enjoy the ride. Seven, you're a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.
Let's grow up together.
(Here's a slideshow of photos, from Seven's confirmation up to his birth and days at the hospital.)
[Or go to https://vimeo.com/43126437 to view the slideshow. Thanks. =) ]
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