Parenthood is one path that Khris and I eagerly wanted to take as soon as we were married. It has been almost a year since we were blessed with a baby and it was quite an experience that we will cherish forever.
We always wanted a baby as soon as we got married. However, a few months into marriage, we realized that it does not come easy as we thought and hoped it would be. In the end, patience, prayers, and optimism helped us conquer the challenges along the way until the moment of the realization of our ultimate dream.
Our road to parenthood is a story of hope
Khris and I got married four years ago. That time, we were in our early 30s and we felt that we were just at the right age to settle down. We had stable jobs, we were mature enough, and we were ready, that was why we wanted to have a baby as soon as possible. However, it did not go as planned. As such, we consulted a doctor early on.
We were in consultation with her for a year but we felt that there was no progress so we went to a new doctor whom we also had for a year. Suffice it to say, both relationships were short-lived because experience with the two doctors were not of the best kind.
Our first doctor would sell us supplements that she recommended, telling us on various occasions that we needed those vitamins because we lacked certain “fertility indicators,” which were all very vague concepts and explanations. Also, it is worth noting that the good doctor has never talked to me, not even once.
Meanwhile, our second doctor was no better. She was actually one of the most popular doctors in Metro Manila with many success stories under her belt. Coincidentally, she was also the doctor of a former colleague who, in the end, had an even more horrifying and traumatizing experience. It was a good thing that they were able to surpass the ordeal.
Anyway, what we did not like about her was that she was very impersonal. We could not even ask her questions; she would immediately thwart our every attempt to talk. Furthermore, she would make us go to her clinic in unusual hours only to arrive dreadfully late. On one occasion, we were made to line up and wait for so long that we were able to leave her clinic at almost midnight. Because of these, we would leave her clinic frustrated, dismayed, and with more questions. We stopped seeing her because we could not feel an ounce of care or concern from her. In the end, it was all about the money for her.
After those two doctors, we felt like we had lost a lot of time. We were almost drained of any feeble hope that was left in us.
One year always seemed so short because we were only given 12 chances – one each month – and after that, we had to start all over again. It was not easy; the trips to the doctor were physically-taxing. But more than that, it was emotionally-draining.
A miracle unfolds
We met our third doctor when we were about to give up. That was our final chance. I said that if we were not to have a baby, we will go on “epic dates.” That means splurging on travel, eating out, buying the things that we liked. It may sound exciting to some people – especially the prospect of endless traveling – but we thought it was empty. We wanted to take a different path, a different journey. We wanted to take a voyage through life with a child.
Anyway, we chose our third doctor because of the many good reviews we read about her. Coming from our second doctor who was as cold as ice, we wanted our final doctor to be someone who was warm, friendly, and accommodating. Long story short, we were not disappointed after our initial consultation with her.
She was always smiling and she was very easy to talk to. She was very thorough in explaining reason behind the steps that we would take. Best of all, she was able to rekindle our dwindling hope. We were to start all over again but it was alright. We visited her religiously. Even when test results were negative after each month, we remained patient and hopeful.
Our only problem was that Khris’ egg matures in her blocked Fallopian tube. The only method for her to conceive was for her egg to mature in her unblocked tube. That being the case, our only recourse was to patiently wait. The eventful day came when we received news after one of our check-ups that there was a mature egg in Khris’ unblocked tube.
A month later, Khris’ had a pregnancy test but it appeared negative. She showed it to me but we noticed that there was a faint, almost non-existent, second line. We could not really celebrate for fear that it was just false alarm, a product of our imagination.
It was like that for a week until on the seventh day, the second line appeared more pronounced. Just to be sure, our doctor recommended a blood test. The result of which confirmed that Khris’ was five weeks pregnant. The happiness that we felt was indescribable and uncontainable. It was true that you cannot really explain how the emotions were. Our doctor took our hands and uttered a prayer for us and our child.
The entire nine months was smooth sailing. It was good that Khris’ pregnancy was not sensitive. When she was about to give birth, our doctor never left our side. She was always there checking up on us. She would encourage us and crack small jokes to lighten the mood and ease the tension. Best of all, she would always pray with us.
We finally heard the little cries of our Baby Miguel an hour after lunch last January 05. It was the best day of our lives and the start of a different kind of adventure – our parenting journey. Almost a year later and we could still not contain our happiness every time we look at our Miguel. Our prayers were answered in His own perfect time.
There is much work to do ahead. we know the task at hand is not easy, but we are just thankful to be given the chance to become parents. We also have much to learn so we hope to gain as much knowledge as we can from our friends and other parents.
We have not seen our doctor for almost a year but we have not forgotten her. We have so much to be grateful for her – for the encouragement, for letting us feel that there is still hope, for listening to our story. As such, I want to end this post with a note of gratitude to our good doctor. Thank you, Dra. Jing Fernandez!
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