The Last Time

Mornings.

I am usually a morning person.

Not until Dawn was always sick in the mornings. She was on her second month and I hated that she had to go through morning sickness.

Here we are sitting by the toilet seat waiting for the last wave of it. Rubbing her back through it all. I hand her the tissue and help her stand.

Goodness, how did I get so lucky?

Ang ganda mo. I tell her.
Nambobola ka na naman, to make me feel better. She replies. But thank you for the effort babe.

This woman's carrying my baby, and I hate seeing her go through this. I know it's normal for women to go through this. So I try to make her feel as comfortable as she possibly can.

Anak, wag na nating pahirapan si mama please? I whisper to her stomach.
'Babe, wala naman siyang magagawa dun.'
'Alam ko, pero Baka Lang effective'

I bring her breakfast, dry toast and tea, it's what she could tolerate at the moment.

Thanks babe. She said, and kissed me. Tomorrow ulit.

Anything for you.

This did happen for a couple more weeks. We made sort of a routine out of it.

One morning, just as when we were anticipating another episode of morning sickness, She just hugged me and said, Tara let's have breakfast out, the baby wants waffles.

I smiled and realized, nagcracrave na ang misis ko.

Every morning there after, the baby wanted something different for breakfast, all within reach.

It was a smooth ride for those last 6 months.

Until that midnight of September first.

Babe, I think she's ready.

The bag had been prepared, keys, I even called her mom to meet us in the hospital.

I held her hand in the car to the hospital, up until the  doctor told me to step outside. Last thing I know I'm pacing my way across this corridor feeling what has been the longest hour of my life.

The doctor called me in to say, Congratulations, it's a girl.

Beatrice Isabel was born September 1, 1992, 6:45 am.

Hi Beatrice! I'm your papa. I love you so much. You're the perfect baby I could ever ask for. Thank you, 'di mo pinahirapan si mama.

She looked at me, and went back to sleep.

From then on I knew I am a morning person.

A/N: a lot of things floating in my head, when I should be studying. I hope you guys like it. If there are actual readers.