Friday, November 18, 2016

Kharylle Amarrah | Newborn Session { General Santos City }

I am married for almost 14 years and blessed with 3 kids. I must say, life has been good to me with a loving husband, responsible eldest, smart independent middle child and a thoughtful only boy. Waking up on lazy mornings with them, I could only think of all the good things that happened to me. I was undeniably contented with my life as a wife, mother and woman as a whole. But just when you thought all is well, life will give you unexpected climax you can’t imagine going through.

During the last weeks of August 2014, I conceived. It was unexpected but not unwanted, everyone was excited of having a little bundle of joy. But the excitement instantly turned into disappointment when we learned from our OB that the baby I was carrying does not have a heartbeat. And so, I have to let my excitement go. The pain of losing someone very dearly but you haven’t met yet was as painful of losing someone you loved all your life. But everything happens for a reason; I had to endure the pain to experience happiness again.

While organizing an eventful wedding of one of our family’s close friends Mr. Andrew Dy & Mrs. Christine Ursabia-Dy, I felt something uncomfortable, something is not right; a familiar kind of something that made my heart skip a beat of excitement once again.

I felt you inside me, giggling in mommy’s tummy and there I knew it was you. And so I carefully carried you for almost 36 weeks. Everyone’s excited and elated for your coming, our newest little angel. 

You always make me wake up in the middle of the night, maybe assuring me that you’re fine there inside and telling me, “Mommy, I’m alive”, with this thought, I wouldn’t mind staying up all night. The beautiful 36 weeks made every member of the family prepare for your coming especially your older siblings, Achi Khalylle Amidallah became more responsible, Ditchi Khamylle Amirrah started to save money for your milk, and Kuya Zack Ferdauz accepted he’s not the baby anymore and learned to clean up our room.

The night before my birthday (July 15, 2016), I felt a familiar pain, the pain I felt eight, ten and thirteen years ago, the most pleasant pain any mommy could feel. I knew you were coming out, and again, you made everyone delighted. That 1cm dilation overnight, we talked privately, I asked you to help mommy, together, we will surpass this beautiful moment of giving birth to you. 

Yet, the pain is taking a little longer than I felt with your Ate’s and Kuya, you weren’t coming down, and mommy is starting to have a hard time. It was a 3-day labor pain until we decided to let you out via cesarean section because mommy’s body got tired, although the thought of you coming out tells her she will not give up because you are worth it.  

And indeed, you are, you are worth every pain mommy felt from the day she knew you were there. And seeing you alive on July 18, 2016, replaced the pain with priceless joy in her heart.

Few years ago, my life was good and I couldn’t ask for more, but seeing my youngest angel our dear Kharylle Amarrah come out I’ve come to realize; Isn’t it more beautiful adding up a little sunshine on the rainbow in my sky?

Text by Merriam Mutalib-Napalit, Styling by Vna Routel of Love and Metaphor, Photo by Van Almeria of The Walking Eyes, Nikon D610, 50mm 1.4 Nikkor

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