Born To A Dying Mother

Hey blog, I was thinking about my first entry. Hehe. And because this blog is newly born, January 21, 2011, I thought of writing about my mother's experience during her delivery on that early morning of January 16, 1993.

I have known that Dad's sister, my Auntie Lucille, had her wedding on the same year with my parents. It may sound hilarious, but yeah, they were sort of SUKOB SA KASAL (a Filipino belief/superstition -- the gist of this belief is that when an immediate family member gets wedded, one must wait for another full year to wed). And because they were "sukob sa kasal," mama believed that her's and auntie's delivery became their misfortune and fortune. Both of them were on the cliff of their lives, but my cousin and I were born, and they made it through all the pain and the almost-dying-moments.

I am not certain about my Auntie's experience but I'll share to you briefly the story of my mom's. She was almost to give birth and was admitted to the hospital. It was an afternoon of January 15, 1993, last day of the novena mass for Sto. Niño's feast, when she was brought inside the delivery room. As narrated by her, she was struggling to give birth. She found out it so hard TO LET ME OUT! So, 12hours++ later, they decided to undergo the caeasarian operation. During the process, she was suffering from a severe blood loss (hemorrhage occured). Thus, she ALMOST died.

Doctors went to the rescue. And of course, mama was strong enough to fight for her life, she survived and I was born healthy! I was born at Sacred Heart Hospital at around 6AM of January 16, 1993, on the Saturday, a day before the Sinulog Festival. I was named Nikki Ninna. And obviously, Ninna is inspired by Sto. Niño.