This weekend felt both really long and extremely fleeting at the same time. How that could be, I don’t know.

Friday evening we were at a friend’s place when we learned that another close friend was just taken to the hospital as she was suspected to have gone into labor. They weren’t sure if it was truly contractions that she was experiencing or if it was some other uneasiness/pain that she was feeling. But once the doctor confirmed that she was indeed in active labor, all of us rushed to the hospital to be by the side of the expectant parents.

Understandably, we spent the next handful of hours in the waiting room satisfied with the brief updates about the progress every once in a while.

For a while there, I sat with the mother-to-be’s nervous mother. Holding steady her shaking hands, seeing her so worried for her daughter, feeling her affection in every word she spoke, I did all I could to try and calm her. At one point, when I asked her if she wanted to be with her daughter, she almost jumped with joy inquiring if that was a possibility. I quickly walked her to the room where P was and let her inside. In those few seconds that I held the door open for her mom to walk in, I caught a glimpse of P’s face. And in those mere seconds I read what an unbearable pain she was in.

Now, P’s father returned from dinner and he had a lot of stories and anecdotes to share about every topic under the sun. It was great getting to spend that quality time with him. The minutes passed by faster with his tales for company. He went in to check on her daughter once or twice; he ended up spending most of his time that evening/night chatting with us.

All this while K, along with our friend D, went missing. Where they actually went was to get antacids for A, but since it was late in the evening every pharmacy in the hospital was closed. Apparently, the duo walked into a closed convenient store, picked up the antacid from the pharmacy shelf, walked out hoping they could somehow find someone who will take a payment, only to be told by the security guards that the store was closed and they shouldn’t have entered it in the first place. They came back empty handed after all the drama and then drove out of the hospital to some store to finally get what was needed.

In the midst of all this, R, the father-to-be, came to inform us of the progress two or three times. His eyes mirrored the pain that P was going through. He was almost in tears as he kept repeating “She’s so strong; I don’t know how she’s doing it.” I could relate faintly to the words that he was uttering. But, at that time, all we could do to alleviate his grief was to merely tell him not to worry and assure him that it would all be over soon.

If it was over soon or not I can’t tell, but six hours later R walked into the waiting room one last time to let us all know that he is now a father of a beautiful baby girl. Weariness was washed out with those few words. Hugs were exchanged. Smile found a permanent place on our faces that night. Discussion for finding her perfect name surfaced yet again.
After P was somewhat out of that surreal experience that she’d just had, each of us took turns to see the baby. And what an adorable little one she turned out to be! I was smitten the minute I laid my eyes on that pink bundle of joy. Those little feet, the rode bud lips, those tiny palms and the long artistic fingers – she was beautiful beyond words. I still have that frame of when I first saw her etched in my memory.

Weekend was spent falling more and more in love with Peanut every time we got a glance of her. One incident of noteworthy mention is that I held the newborn baby. I was super scared, but she was weeping really bad and her mom was not available to hold her at the moment. So, I was asked to step in and after a little panicked hesitation, I agreed. I was terrified all those minutes that she was resting on my lap as I held her, yes. But it was a blissful experience at the same time. I don’t think I can do any justice trying to describe it.

So, throughout Saturday and Sunday we shuttled numerous times between the hospital and P&R’s home trying to help in any which way we could. And those trips came to an end last evening when we went there one last time to bring P and Peanut home.

That last visit to the hospital was strange and needs a special mention in itself. K and I were almost near the hospital when we heard loud sirens near the area. As we walked out of the parking lot and towards the building, a cop stopped us and inquired where we were going. We let him know the details and he asked us to walk into the building and not come out since there was as shutdown in the area. As soon as K heard those words, he rightly guessed that there’s probably a gunman on the loose somewhere. We quickly found our way to the building and were made to wait in the lobby since they were not letting anybody in or out. And while we waited there, we confirmed K’s theory that there was indeed an armed person in the campus and that the person was being actively pursued by the police. So after a bit of a wait, they announced that all was ok and that routine could resume. Thank goodness.

Anyway, back to the happy part of the weekend.

I am head over heels in love with the newest member of our circle. I am enamored by Peanut’s every move; she has a doting aunt in me who adores her to bits. I wish the new parents and their little bundle of love all the happiness and health.


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  1. #1 by anisnest on March 25, 2014 - 3:16 pm

    a warm post.. welcome to the world Peanut.. that’s a cute name 🙂
    glad you guys are safe.. the gunman incidents scares me as the armed person has no brain.. he just fires around without noticing anything or anybody..

    that’s what the doctors and nurses were calling her for two days because she’s sooo tiny. also because her parents took their own sweet time in deciding a name for her.
    yeah, the armed person on campus incident was a little freaky. glad no one was hurt.


  2. #2 by pixie on March 26, 2014 - 12:36 am

    Awww!! What a beautiful experience to have!!
    Sigh! babies are adorable aren’t they?! 🙂

    yupe. Peanut sure is 🙂


  3. #3 by popgoesthebiscuit on March 26, 2014 - 1:03 am

    Awww..your post took me back to my closest friends being there for the birth of our baby and they did so much..just the ferrying family from the hospital to the house was a lot of work. Holding a newborn is scary and special in its own way..still freaks me out thinking about it!
    The gunman on the loose have me goosebumps! Phew!



  4. #4 by Aastha on March 26, 2014 - 2:21 am

    Hoping your next weekends be joyful!

    thank you!!


  5. #5 by smiles32 on March 26, 2014 - 6:14 am

    yaay, welcome to the newest member, peanut, aww that is so cute a post! Glad both the mother and the kid are doing fine. Take care of them! Newborns always bring so much joy!! 🙂

    And take care of yourself too, that gunmen incident was very scary, even to read, how did you go through it, I wonder!

    thank you for the wishes!
    we were safely tucked into a building with security all around, so it wasn’t all that bad. 🙂


  6. #6 by kinmin on March 30, 2014 - 11:50 pm

    This is such an adorable post.. 🙂 I’ve never been around new born babies or mommies giving birth, so all my experience is from movies and TV shows.. but i would love to be experience something like this!

    it surely was one of the most wonderful experiences ever!


  7. #7 by Mi on April 1, 2014 - 3:37 am

    I loved this post.. babies, anywhere, make me very happy…specially baby girls.. have a great time with your friends and the kid.. 🙂 hope your friend is doing better now!!

    and that gunman… OMG! :/ really? Take care! and be safe! 🙂

    she is a little better, still healing though, thanks for asking Mi.


  8. #8 by Raindrop on April 4, 2014 - 10:05 am

    Many congratulations to you! And welcome to this world, beautiful baby Peanut

    🙂 thank you!


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