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The Aloha burger and my delivery story

It was a humid afternoon of May 31, 2017. And I could literally hear the grumbling of my stomach. As we would say it in Filipino, “kinakain na ng maliit na bituka ang malaki kong bituka” (Literally, my small intestine is eating my large intestine).

I was so damn hungry.

The night before that fateful day, my obstetrician told me to go on a fast in preparation for my cesarean delivery. You see, the little bulilit was a breach baby, making it difficult for me to deliver him normally.

While booking my hospital room, I remember even asking the attendant if there is a nearby parlor. I wanted to have a last-minute pedicure (or perhaps even a haircut) if time will permit it. But my husband and I eventually decided against it.

And good thing we did.

Just minutes after settling down in the hospital room, a nurse told us that there has been a mixed up in the schedule — I had a choice of taking the earlier or later slot for the cesarean delivery.

You guessed right.

I was so hungry I immediately said I will take the earlier slot. I was so desperate to get my hands on a Jollibee Aloha burger. My husband could not help but be awed over my excitement “to give birth” and boy did he laugh so hard when he learned of my ulterior motive.

Later, I learned that I had to be on a soft diet after the delivery before I can munch my burger. FYI. I eventually lost my craving for the Aloha burger. I never had it, in fact. (Good thing, because they’re contractual workers are now on strike!) And the bulilit is now over a year old.

I was wheeled into the delivery room. I was determined to keep myself awake and conscious the entire time. But I failed.

Until now, I still try to remember at what point did I fall asleep. The only thing I can remember was waking up to my obstetrician’s rather gleeful voice saying it was a boy. Then I saw bulilit in my chest, breastfeeding.

In my mind, there was no way I was his mother. And I didn’t dare address him as “anak” (my child). He was so tiny and beautiful. And I didn’t feel worthy of calling him that. In my simple mind — I still had to prove my worth. It is a challenge that I am willing to take on everyday.

What’s your delivery story?

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