6 months ago, I had a little kicker inside my belly. He would always make me feel the side kicks and roundhouses. I would eat a lot because that little kicker was a fast eater. I had no idea what is he going to look like, or his skin color, or how long his legs were going to be... but I always knew how much he would mean the world to me.
then my water broke, next thing I remember I was confined and we were waiting for him to come say hi to the world.
his daddy saw a cloud with a beautiful formation-- like an angel with a trumpet. We felt like he is being welcomed from the outside world.
but after my operation, they wouldn’t let me see you. I waited for the whole night to pass just to gain the strength to walk again.
my feet were numb but I am afraid to touch the ground. but the excitement is so thrilling, I really wanted to see him in his room.
He was there, my baby boy.
sleeping very uncomfortably.
All I can ever do is to cry.
I wish I was a better mom, I wish I had known better.
I prayed to God that he should bless my son his love and make him better.
God did.
My baby boy was gone after 9 days of fighting in the hospital.
God blessed my son and he gave him the rest that he deserved.















