Her name is Philomela Seven. She is my first offspring’s offspring.
Since we came to know she was in her mother’s belly more than eight months ago, we already had named her Apol. How the name came to be Apol is a long, long story.
My eldest is having her first born. To this day, long since she broke to me the news, becoming a grandmother has not fully sunk in yet. At 47, 23 years after I had my first born, I don’t know how grandmothers should feel. But I have heard stories about people becoming grandparents and how crazy they become being so.
Is there truth to the bumper sticker that reads: “If I knew grandchildren would be this much fun, I would have had them first.”? Isn’t this kinda unfair for your own children?
All I know and notice since I heard the news is that everytime I happen to pass by a baby store, I get excited. I can’t help not setting my foot inside and touching and looking at baby things. Perhaps I am excited, being reminded that I once was eagerly shopping for little shirts and mittens and bottles every year for five years–the kids came one after another! I have not had an infant in the house for the last 17 years.
Whether the bumper sticker is true to its words or not, I have yet to find out.
Seven is not to come out to this world till June 15, thereabouts. But her mother’s last pre-natal check-up revealed she may be born May 16-25! The household panicked! What? Manganganak ka na in two weeks? “I haven’t finished fixing the room!” went her aunt Diyosa. And the baby shower, OMG!
And so the baby shower is happening earlier than scheduled. Seven is in a rush!
I wonder if she’d be born like how her mother came out to this world in a long, slow, and painful labor. Diwata, Seven’s mother, was born after more than 24 hours of uterine contractions. But the pain was all worth it when I saw her ffor the first time.
Break a leg, Diwata. It will be all worth it because Seven will be beautiful.