Last Saturday, Feb. 16, was the first time in two weeks that I was able to hold my Jeremy. He had german measles/rubella which prevented me from taking care of him. I have to protect this little one inside me, too, and if I am not careful, the complications arising from a congenital rubella will be more serious than we could ever imagine.
Those two weeks that I was actually the one being quarantined, were the longest two weeks of my life. I was mostly alone at home, finishing sudoku puzzles and reading stardust to forget my misery and depression (watching the news would make me more miserable, anyway. I did not want to immerse myself with that Lozada story, Lahat naman sila puro balato ang habol. malas lang nina joey de venecia at jun lozada dahil di sila nabigyan ng balato. tsk. tsk. tsk). For days, I couldn’t do anything but cry because I was so miserable not being able to take care of my sick baby. Even Ate Kara I couldn’t see since she was staying with Jeremy. I had to content myself with watching videos of him taken by Bong whenever he would stay with Jeremy who was staying with my mom. I was even afraid he would not know the sound of my voice anymore, or worse, recognize me once he sees me.
But last Saturday… It was actually early considering my OB told me to stay away til about the following week ends but knowing Jeremy’s rashes were gone and I had waited two weeks already, I really could not keep myself from holding him again. And so I went to my mom’s and saw him asleep. The moment I entered the room and got near him, I could not keep myself from hugging him. as a result, his nap was cut, but i know he was just as glad to see me because when I got him, he just rested his head on my shoulder, as if to say I’ve missed you, mom. But I know I’ve missed him so much more.
Bong told me he would have to ask first my OB if that was ok, but then I told him, I already asked God for this… I asked Him to make it His birthday gift to me…for me to be able to hold my baby again as I was missing him sorely already (and also for me to be near ate kara again). I guess that was the only thing I needed to tell him because he said I should claim it and it would already be mine.
And yes, I already claimed Jeremy’s full recovery from german measles and the little baby’s (the one inside my tummy) perfect health. 
In all, I have to thank my mom who was always there to take over the things I couldn’t do, and my sister Anne who also had sleepless nights taking care of my sick baby, my papa who would take care of Jeremy even when he has so many things to do at the same time…and Ate Kara who would kiss Jem for me… and Daddy Bong who never failed to take photos and videos of Jem so he could show Jeremy’s progress every night when he comes home from staying with him, and my in-laws who visited us last Saturday to make sure their apo was doing well. I am glad so many people love my kids… if only for that, I know and feel God’s love is everywhere around me.
