From nine months to nine days… or less. That’s the amount of time we have to wait before Coco comes. Except for anything that is out of our hand, everything is ready. Two weeks ago we have “remodeled” the other room to suit his coming. Zach and I transferred to another shack and made a room for ourselves. The crib and all its bling-bling was set, newborn diapers purchased, baby clothes and colognes readied, cleaned and installed the infant seat to Sienna. Sitting beside Coco’s backpack are our separates bags, ready to be grabbed once Jaz breaks her water bag.
But still the anxiety remains there. Who has not experienced this? Coco’s coming maybe is Jaz’s second but he is not just like popping out like hen’s egg. It entails a lot of “ one, two, three push and breath, and push and breath and pray”. Unlike giving birth in Bulacao, where one can’t see the graphic symbolism of contraction in the monitor, here, it is very different. Although the technology reveals to you what is going on, yet sometimes it adds to the horror of giving birth. Good if the monitor shows the wave-like graphics of contraction, but that is only the beginning. Once the monitor shows the sharp edged-electric-like graphics that is the sign for you to be serious. Although we have attended a child birth class last time, yet in the end, Jaz ended up asking for the most sought after pain killer “epidural”.
So, anything can happen and we would only pray for the best. (We even checked the probability of Coco’s sex after one of my co-worker told me the story of her friend’s baby whom they thought to be a boy [as what the ultrasound said] but came out as a baby girl). To be honest, all we got for now is a name for a baby boy, Xandrei. We only hope that the ultrasound is right.
Far from home, with only the two of us, here we are again venturing into the life of addition. But as the saying goes, “you have do what you gonna do.”
What can you do? Pray for a safe delivery and a healthy baby.
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