Justin, Our Miracle Baby

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My usual waking hours these days is anything from 5:30am to 6:00am. My son, Justin, actually dictates that schedule. He wakes up early, you know, and he wants to play early too. So someone has to get up. Unfortunately, that someone has to be me. While mother and son both tickle and giggle, Manang, our house companion, is busy preparing the day’s meals. From 6:30am onwards, all four of us in the house (Ed, Me, Manang, and Justin) take turns taking a bath, having our breakfast, and preparing everything else before Ed and I leave for work.

So my typical weekday morning routine is getting up with Justin; playing with Justin; giving Justin to Manang for feeding; taking my shower; having my breakfast; getting Justin from Manang; cleaning Justin’s tongue and teeth; giving Justin a bath; cleaning Justin’s nose, ears, and navel; giving Justin his daily dose of vitamins; preparing Justin’s bottles for the day; and finally, fixing myself and getting dressed for work. This has been my usual morning grind ever since my baby Justin came, and that has been like 14 months ago. My whole world now revolves around him and rightfully so.

We waited 10 long years to have him. It took a major surgery before I was finally able to conceive. I was diagnosed in 2003 with pituitary macroadenoma, a prolactin-secreting tumor in my pituitary gland. It’s also called “prolactinoma,” which means “prolactin-secreting tumor.” By the time it was discovered, it already grew in size (hence, the terms “macro,” meaning “big” and “adenoma,” meaning “tumor.”) and could no longer be reduced by medications. In 2004, I went under the knife, and that was quite an “adventure,” a frightening one, that is.

Prior to my operation, I was found to have an infantile uterus, and my ovaries could not be visualized via ultrasound. I was also not menstruating for four years, from 1999 to 2003. Six months after operation, my ultrasound results showed a normal-sized uterus and healthy ovaries. I conceived, finally, in October 2006 and gave birth via caesarian section to a 5.6-lb bouncing and crying baby boy.

And that was how Justin came to be, our miracle baby.

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  1. You are so blessed to have survived all those! Your baby Justin truly is a miracle. May the good Lord continue to shower you and your family with blessings!

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