I woke up alarmed by the way Sister A is calling bunso. I guess this is just my intuition being the “dad” to them.There’s no panic in her voice or anything. I just felt like something was off. And I was right. The moment she said there were a lot of water coming out from her, I woke up my mom, brush my teeth, wash my face and wore something better than the one I had from sleep. We were all done in 10 minutes tops. I was so scared and my heart was beating twice faster than its normal rate. Eventually, we’ve managed to get a cab and went straight to Fabella Hospital. I know, what you’re all thinking. My mom was so opposed to it but my sister wants to give birth there so we let her. She’s had all her checkups at UST’s public rate which is quite ok. When we got to Fabella’s emergency room, I was stunned to see about 10 or more pregnant ladies waiting in line *to give birth????*. No other companion was allowed in there but I was still able to ask the nurse about Sister A’s situation. She’s not contracting. She’s not experiencing any other kind of pains or signs that she’s in labor. It’s her water bag that got me so worried. What will happen to the baby if it dried out? What if from that amount of water coming out from her, the baby comes out? Eventually, the nurse took her inside where I saw numbers of beds – are they going to let her give birth there??? We were not born with a silver spoon or anything but it’s so damn scary. I was so willing to sell my soul to anyone who could just give me enough amount to let my sister give birth to at least a decent hospital but she won’t let us. And adding more insult to our injury, the bitch who I assume was the doctor but doesn’t look like one and doesn’t act like one, we’re asking us in a higher tone of why are we there.
Bitch -> Bakit kayo nandito?
Me -> *in a nicer tone* Eh miss, pumutok na kasi yung panubigan nya. Worry ko baka delikado na sa kanya. Hindi pa ba sya manganganak nun?
Bitch -> *about 5 levels higher* Eh kaya nga dalhin mo dun sa labas para mainterview yan eh.
Me -> *shocked. About 3 levels higher na.* Kailangan mong magsungit? Nakita mong nagpapanic mga tao ditto, magsusungit ka pa?
Honestly, I was waiting for her to say something in return so I can convince Sister A to go to another hospital. But since she didn’t said anything, she queued outside and waited for someone to assist her. When I was outside with my Mom, I looked at her face and she was so freaking calm. She’s scaring the hell out of me and my mom and she’s just calm. But knowing her, among all of us, she’s really the strongest one. That’s one of her traits I really admire the most. I never thought of her giving birth. The way I look at them is the way what I always remember of them. What I always see in her is that pretty little girl in a kindergarten uniform with a long curly hair and blushing cheeks and a smile ready for everyone to see. She’s the apple of everyone’s eye. She’s always been the apple of my eye. The little sister I was always proud of. But looking at her now, she looks like she’s the one who’s 5 years older than me when it comes to situations like this. With that walking down the memory lane 10 minutes moment I was having, she came out of nowhere with an announcement I was truly thankful for.
Sis A -> Ma, ayoko na po dito. Dun na lang ako sa UST.
We hailed a cab to UST while listening to her about the reason she walked out of that forsaken hospital.
Sis A -> Sabi nung bwisit na doctor, bakit daw ang sungit ng sungit mo ate eh hindi naman daw ako dun nagpapacheckup.
Well, she’s got a point there. I guess I was so worried that time. And she did started it! Hay, so mature of me! ‘Niwey, as soon as we got to UST, although most are interns who are taking care of her, still, it’s a different feeling that someone who knew a lot of things better than I am is taking care of my little sister. The guy took her to the IE room *dunno what IE means???*, examined her and took out the dreaded “silver quack”. They kept on asking her questions which I almost answered for her but held my tongue, luckily. I let her manage her own situation and just sit at the side where she can see me. I was praying so hard to keep her and the baby safe. Another woman doctor came in who’s really nice. She explained to me and to my Mom on what’s happening. She eyed me suspiciously when I told her I was the elder sister so I called my Mom. She explain the expenses and how are they gonna do with the baby and my sister. She’s only 2 cm dilated at that time. At almost 3PM, she was still in the delivery room. I was too worried to go but thought of just using the money to pay to the hospital instead of paying $250+ bucks for another day’s extension. This was the very first time I went to the airport without anyone hugging me goodbye =( Surprisingly, I didn’t cry. I’m just too worried about my sis and the baby. But I prayed and prayed. I was able to sleep the whole flight maybe out of exhaustion. As soon as I got out of the plane, I called my Mom. She’s still in the delivery room and still on 4cm. The moment we got home, I cried. I wasn’t planning on sleeping so I waited till I received an SMS that she’s having a CS. She’s about 8cm but the heartbeat of the baby is slowly deteriorating. At about past 1 or 2AM, I received another SMS that both Sister A and the baby are healthy and sleeping. I thank God for everything, for the blessings, for that enough amount in my pocket so they could be in safe hands. I was so happy that they’re both alive and in good health. God is really good all the time =)
Let’s welcome our little angel. Our baby Naomi Ayesha.
