Dear Baby,
My name is Gabi and I am your mommy. I cannot tell how much of a surprise your existence is to me. You are our beautiful surprise and we are so happy that you are making our family stronger and happier. We love you... I will tell you the whole story about how we found out we were pregnant with you, my beautiful baby.
For years your dad and I have been moving around from country to country and every year we have said: Yeah, we will have a baby next year. And years passed and still no baby. We were used to it.
On January 8th, I had to traveled to Bangalore, India for laughter yoga training. I laughed and shared for 6 days straight. We were so happy. But, by the end of the week I found myself with almost no energy, very sleepy and also emotional. Also, I found out that you Abuelita Pilar (your grandma) was in the hospital. I was very concerned about her health because I love her and we live in different countries that are an ocean apart.
We stayed an hour away from the city in a place called: “the school of ancient wisdom”. The only food they served was Indian food. I’m not a big fan but I ate it. Also I found myself being disgusted by certain odors and people’s actions: like people eating raw onions or eating massive amounts of food at once, or eating with their hands.I couldn't stand it... just walking through the food court was yuck!
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funny times at the laughter training with my laughter friends! |
Once I was home, I crashed. I was soooo tired and so lethargic I couldn’t do anything. I thought it was from the trip. I was in bed all day wearing pajamas. And didn’t feel like eating. Then after eating I would feel nauseous and then gassy. But it was so gassy I couldn’t stop at all. Your daddy was not happy with my gas issues and told me to pretend we were dating. :(
But anyhow, I would not eat much because everything I ate felt like yuck in my stomach. So horrible. A week passed and I had my ups and down with food. Then over the weekend we got together with our friends Los Chiles y Los Criollo at a restaurant and they asked me about India. All I could say was that I would never go back because I hated the food. Yuck! Just to talked about it made me nauseous .... horrible... Gabriela Criollo hinted “well, maybe you are pregnant.” I said.. noooo, I don’t think so.
During the week we had ups and down. Then, on Saturday, I threw up my cereal . :( And then I said, well, maybe I could be pregnant. That day, I ate soooooo much at church (they had like a small fair where they sell food). Afterwards, we went to a restaurant and nothing on the menu seemed worth eating:
Chicken.... yuck.
Beef... no way!
Fish.. ugh!
I started playing: what is the LEAST disgusting thing I could eat? And even when I made my choice, I didn’t like it. :(
And then I started having abdominal (constipation) and I decided I needed to go to the doctor because I did not know what was happening.
I went to the doctor on Wednesday, February 1st. My friend Dominika suggested to go to a general practitioner to Al Ahli because She thought I had a parasite. She said her friend had recently came back from Singapore with a parasite that made her gassy, constipated and nauseated. And since I had just came back from India...
I was directed to the gastro-enterologist. He asked for blood tests for liver, and for my kidneys and also a pregnancy test. After all, I was 2 months late on my period.
People ask me how could I not know I was pregnant after not having my period for 2 months, but see I suffered in the past of PCOS and that makes your period irregular. I had been regular for a long time but when I missed my period I thought: Maybe the PCOS is back. And since I was dealing with so much with my mom ( she had been in and out of hospital 3 times...and she was back in the hospital and put in the ICU), and being far away I thought “I will deal with PCOS later.”
The next day, I went to see the doctor and he waited until I sat down to say:
“We can rule everything out. You are pregnant.”
( I thought I heard him say, “We can rule out you are pregnant.”)
And so I asked: I don’t understand. Am I pregnant?
And all he could say back was the same: “We can rule everything out. You are pregnant.”
We had the same conversation back and forth for at least 30 seconds, until I realized what he was saying. I am pregnant and I am going to you, my baby. All I could say was: Oh My God. I can’t believe this.
And so the nurse (who was smiling while I was having talking to the doctor escorted me out of the office and guided to the OBGYN section to see a doctor. His last words were: “All the best!”
----to be continued-----