
13/05/2025
Belated Happy Mother’s Day to all. (Btw, long post ahead)
Although I celebrated it in a way no mom would ever wish to.
But before I tell you what happened, let me take you back to just a week before.
I was on the metro, on my way to work, talking to the Lord in my head. I told Him, Lord, iba talaga humor mo. We prayed for a child for 8 years, and in a span of 8 years You answered. Not just once. Not twice. Pero ngayon, our third!
At the start of this year, I was only praying to join a marathon at least before I turn 40. Apparently, God had other plans, baby marathon pala.
Then, I got sick for a few days, the usual fever, cough, colds. Nothing major. But still, I decided to have a check-up with my OB even if I was scheduled to see her after 2 weeks pa just to make sure the baby was doing okay. I was on my 9th week then.
We hadn’t really told everyone yet. Just those closest to us, our kids, family in the Philippines, Dgroup, and a few close friends in Dubai and back home.
Back in the OB room, the usual ultrasound began. I saw the sac... but not the baby. The doctor opted for a transvaginal scan. Not standard unless something’s wrong.
I asked, Is there a problem Doc?
She said, The baby is there… but I can’t seem to see the heartbeat. Let me check again.
Then she called Mike in and said, The baby’s there, but I can’t see the heartbeat. We’ll need to confirm with a radiology specialist.
I can’t explain what I felt hearing that. I just… felt numb. Nothing was sinking in.
While Mike is processing the request, I called Charm, my friend, Dgroup leader, and a nurse for pregnant moms. I told her what the OB said.
She replied, I see Ate. Can I pray for you?
We prayed. And I heard the words and I felt peace.
Then I was reminded of this verse: The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Blessed be His name.
The last time I was reminded of it was when I lost my mom to COVID.
The next day, I went to the ultrasound specialist. She confirmed it: There was no heartbeat.
When I got home, I sat our boys down. I had to explain what happened.
And then, the four-letter word Mike and I had been avoiding suddenly came out of our youngest’s mouth:
So what does no heartbeat mean? Does it mean… the baby is dead?
Our panganay with teary eyes quietly said, Yes. No heartbeat… means dead.
He turned to me, Are you okay, Mom?
I told them, I’m sad and for sure Dad too… because you know how excited Mom and Dad were when we found out we were having another baby. But our God is good, He has a reason and a purpose and so we prayed.
We even thought of a name, we claimed it was a girl. Mikayla Therese.
We even gave her a nickname, Reese. Like the chocolate, our youngest said.
Mike and I even adjusted our budget for December and next year, milk, diapers, everything.
And finally…
Mother’s Day came.
We spent it at the hospital.
To remove our baby.
To be honest, this whole ordeal was traumatizing.
And I can’t even imagine what other moms who went through the same pain must have felt, emotionally, mentally, spiritually.
I had a D&C surgery. That part? Maybe I’ll write about it next time.
But here’s the truth: While all of this was happening, all I could do was to praise and worship.
Not because I’m holy. Not because I’m strong.
But because that was the only thing I could do.
I’ve held onto this truth: God has a reason.
I may not understand now. But one day, He’ll make it clear.
Maybe me writing this now, is part of that purpose.
After the surgery, I told Mike, Mahal, I don’t think I can go through this again.
And he simply said, Labs… okay na tayo. The two God gave us, the boys, they’re more than enough.
A few hours later, when we were home… that’s when it sank in.
The baby is gone.
We’ll never hold her in our arms. But she’ll forever hold our hearts.
And so… this was my kind of Mother’s Day.
Not what I expected, not what I wanted…
But still, a day I was reminded:
Even in loss, God is still good.
Even in pain, there is purpose.
Even when there’s no heartbeat… His love never stops beating for us.
Thank You, Lord. I would have never been able to go through this without You.
In the darkest, You held me. In the quiet, You comforted me. And in the breaking, You stayed.