Pick up as you go

Hi to you all, so I’m feeling much better now as my wife and I had just returned from the doctor. If you have been reading lately, you would see what happened to my wife a few days ago where she had some bleeding. I really thought it was going to be the end of our child, but thank heavens that the baby’s heart rate has improved since then. There are miracles waiting to happen.

On that note, I feel really good that I invited some friends over to have dinner at my house. I had the best time because my best friend from Glasgow came over with some good news. His wife is also pregnant and it just felt great to have someone to talk to these things about. We have really changed since our college days wherein we didn’t care about anything else but ourselves.

Now times have changed and things are really new. So new I’m still starting to get used to them. Even though I know it would be a hard thing to pull off – I even think it would take years.

Work is doing fine, my clients from 2 years ago who went for a marriage counseling are now doing so much better. The husband who has gone to real anger management has improved greatly. His wife tells me that he knows how to handle himself. People do change you know, it just takes a lot of patience and with that usually comes from when you love a person.

On the other hand, I have dealt with a new client who is suffering from domestic violence. The husband is now with the police, but what more worried about is her mental health. We shall see in the next couple of sessions. I hope therapy helps her.

Yesterday we had a short trip to the doctor. My wife had some bleeding after taking a shower and we got alarmed. I’m scared. Really scared, but I do not have control over these things happening now. I think I’m just at the right pace where I am surrendering myself to what can happen, though I know I shouldn’t be thinking about it that way.

I remember the time when my mother had a miscarriage when I was five. We were all excited about the baby, so just imagine how my mother felt when she lost it. She had a slight accident, where she had slipped in the shower – my dad wasn’t around, too. He was at work that day and I called an ambulance and then my dad. I could hear the fear in his voice.

Now I probably have that same amount of fear, but I know there’s still hope. The doctor says the chances of the baby surviving were small, but I’m keeping my act together hoping it would change. I have to be strong for my wife and for the baby she is carrying inside of her.

Meanwhile I keep staring at these father and son photos… It inspires me to test myself, my patience and strength.

Now that my wife’s getting close to giving birth, I can’t help but ask myself some questions. I’ve gone from funny to ridiculous just because I spend too many hours thinking of things — anything related to family, fatherhood and what not

So I remembered some of the things my parents told me. Of course they were lies. One of them was, if I get a cold and if I don’t cough out the phlegm, I’d fly up the ceiling and never come back down. My god, was my mother creative or what?!

Among the few other lies I had been told when I was a kid were: If I get a big cut somewhere then whatever I ate for lunch would come out there. My grandmother was half-Filipino so they had all these superstitions on everything. One of them too was if I made an ugly face, chances are an evil wind will brush through me and my face would get stuck that way, forever. Hell I was so freaked out when I was a kid.

Now that I’m going to have a kid too, I’m getting a bit conscious of what kinds of lies to tell him. Definitely the cut and the food coming out of it is out of the question, I mean that’s pretty graphic for a child to keep in mind, so No.

What about you, what were the lies your folks told you growing up?