Color of Happiness: Rainbow

Baby Attack!!!

Everything Goes In

And there it goes. My hand went it, then my wrist, then my shoulder. Now, his hand went in, his finger, then his thumb, then his wrist. Everything went into his mouth.
Next went the chicken. The multi-colored chicken went in, head first then wings, then tail.
Next that went in was the tiger, a black and orange striped tiger. The tiger went in claws, fangs, and all.
Then the red masked man went in. He was holding a sword and shield but all went in.
Tweety Bird went in too. Sylvester could not catch him, but he went in.
After him, Spiderman went in. Spiderman in full costume could do naught but go in.
Next went Doramon. The little blue alien went in. Not even his extraterrestrial powers could save him.

Well, what would you expect from a 3-months-and-3-weeks-old baby? Of course everything that goes into contact with his mouth, goes in.

Happiness is a Choice

We’ve reached that point wherein I had to tiptoe at an early hour of the day carrying my baby on my arm, while carrying a handful of other stuff on my other arm; tiptoeing off away from the house, away from my husband.
The taxi driver asked, “Why this early?”
My reply was a hallow laughter.
I just came home from work. I had not slept yet, I could not sleep. After hearing the bomb he droped yet again (I've heard so many already), I felt so helpless and hopeless. All my efforts have gone to Hades. Nothing I ever did mattered. It is frustrating but I had it coming. I fell for the man that could have been and not for the man that really is.
Well, I had to break free. A life is at stake. Not my own or his, but Nathaniel’s.
I love Nathaniel with every fiber of my being. From the moment I heard his first cry upon giving birth to him; I have sworn to protect him with all that I am. I am ready to protect him even from his own father.
I have to be strong. The last thing my mother told me, when we were able to communicate a month ago, was “Be strong.” I am trying to be strong. I really am. Well, I have not break down yet…but almost there. I’m not really sure how long I would still be able to keep it all intact.
All I think of right now is that I have Nathaniel and that’s enough.
Happiness is a choice and I choose to be happy.

My Angel

Before seeing my angel, I thought I knew what happiness was...but I was wrong.

Nothing compares to the feeling of giving birth to your angel. You carry him (my baby's a boy) for nine months. Every night you imagine what he may look like.

People would think you're crazy. You're all by yourself and you'd talk to him, sing to him, while having this huge grin on your face.

Every time he kicks, you'd go gaga and declare that he'd be the world's greatest soccer player!

You'd suddenly know all about vitamins and minerals. You'd drink your milk everyday. You'd stop drinking cola, lessen your sweets, and eat the dreaded bitter gourd!

When you reach your ninth month, you can't help but pace and anticipate his arrival. You'd start imagining everything that could go wrong. You'd start to doubt if you'd survive the labor pains. But you desperately want to see your angel.

And then the time comes.

You go to the hospital, go into the Labor Room. The doctors bombard you with questions, some a bit embarrassing. Then the pain starts to go crazy, then unbearable! You grab at anybody nearby (because they won't let that husband of yours in!). You want the pain to end. You punch the walls and scratch the doctors (I left scratch marks on my doctor's arms!).

Then, the baby's head can be seen! The doctors rush you into the Delivery Room. You want to get it over with! You want to push! But the doctors won't let you push yet. They haven't set up yet! But for you, the seconds seem to be hours. The pain is excruciating!

Then they allow you to push. So you push and push! Then you hear your angel's first cry! It's music to the ears! The pain is gone, you're exhausted, you can't feel the pain anymore. All you can hear and see and think about is your angel.

I laid eyes on him for the first time and I couldn't even begin to express what I felt. There seem to be no adjectives that could describe how I felt. Happiness, joy, bliss, delight, delirium, ecstasy, elation, enchantment, enjoyment, euphoria, exhilaration, exuberance, felicity, gaiety, geniality, gladness, glee, jubilation, laughter, lightheartedness, seventh heaven couldn't describe what I felt.

The nurses brought him near me and I was able to hold him in my arms for the first time. It was surreal. A moment ago, he was inside me, I couldn't see him let alone touch him. Then he was in my arms, I could see his beautiful face, and hear his sweet cries.

Every mom would say their baby is the most beautiful baby in the world. So I say my angel is the most beautiful and precious gift I ever received. I can't stop saying "I love you" to him.

I tell him that I love him not less than ten times a day! I stare at him even when he sleeps. I hug him and kiss him all day long. He smells so good! Even when I'm at work I can't help but picture him in my mind and imagine all the facial expressions that he is now capable of.

Every second of every day, I rejoice at the miracle that is my angel.

My baby's name is Nathaniel Paul Angelo. And I love him with all of my heart, with all of my soul, with all of my mind, and with all of my strength!

P.S.
When you'll have your own child, you'll understand what I'm saying.