Four years ago, I was deeply inspired to write an autobiography. And since today is Mother’s day, I wanted to share part of what I wrote especially because the first chapter was when my mom became a mother to me, her first born.
Chapter I – Illuminating, 1990
“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother never. A mother is something absolutely new.” – Rajneesh
On the 20th day of September 1990 at 2:30 in the afternoon, my mom was being prepared for the operating room at the old building of Lucena United Doctors Hospital due to a cesarean operation. Even though she knew that a long needle would be injected for her spinal anesthesia, she was never afraid for she was praying the rosary the whole time. My grandmother Leody was there and my dad was near my mom, though he isn’t the typical husband who would be nervous about everything.
My mom could vividly recall when she was being brought inside a very cold operating room. Doctor Nimfa Aparte and midwife Daryl Agnes attend my mom’s cesarean delivery while Doctor Sylvia Molina was my pediatrician. At around 3:00pm, she could feel that I was being pulled away from her body because she sensed that her abdomen was slowly becoming lighter. Thirty minutes had passed, I cried! My mom was so happy to hear me cry because she knew I was alive. Her mind was so clear and her eyes were focused at the big clock.
She was talking to herself, “Yes! It only took thirty minutes for them to take you away from my belly.”
Soon the nurse showed my whole face, drenched in blood and still I was hysterically crying. My mom could feel that I would be a brave child because of the way I cried, intense but not screechy.
She felt so relieved that I came into this world when she was already prepared to be a mother. When my mom saw my chubby face, she also knew that I would be a happy child, a picture of courage envelopes me. She reminded herself that I would be named Daniel, which means the brave little one.
When the nurse returned me inside the nursery, my mom dozed off to sleep because of the twilight anesthesia. When she woke up, my grandmother Leody and my dad were at her bedside. She wasn’t able to go to the nursery that time since she was prohibited to make any movements because of her stitches.
Since day one, I was bottle-fed with Similac with Iron; they witnessed my first smile inside the hospital’s nursery. After four days, they saw my first turnover.
I was welcomed to the Christian world on November 17th of the same year. I, who was named as Danielle Louise. The name Danielle came from my mom’s favorite author, Danielle Steel. Since my grandmother required all her grandchildren to be named after a saint, my mom decided to give me a second name, Louise, which was inspired by my mom’s college’s patron saint, St. Louise De Marillac.
Happy mother’s day mom, you are the greatest!