She’s my Angel

It may seem unlikely, but my then two-day-old daughter saved me the other night.

It was the first night she was home from the hospital. I was obviously still exhausted and aching from the delivery and soon fell asleep in my room. Her crib was downstairs and Mama was spending the night there with her since I could not yet attend to her needs.

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling both hot and cold all over and literally shaking like the proverbial leaf. And to my horror, I could not move my body from the waist down although I could feel a soreness on my limbs. Even my arms felt numb and weak. All I could do was ring up Mama’s mobile hoping she’d check up on me. But her phone just rang and rang and rang.

Turns out she fell asleep when the baby did and her mobile was in her bag so the ringer was muffled and couldn’t wake her up. What happened was Francine started crying for no reason, thus waking her up. Only then did Mama become aware of her mobile ringing faintly from her bag. And when she saw that I was the one calling, quickly went to my room and discovered me in my sorry state, tears coursing down my cheeks in pain and fright. I was almost sent back to the hospital, but luckily I was able to recover after some quick first-aid done by my Tita.

I don’t know what would have happened if Francine had not woken Mama up and I stayed that way all night. All I know is for some unknown reason, my daughter–in all her two-day-old glory–somehow sensed my distress and sent help when I needed it. She is indeed my little angel. ♥