My apologies to my dear followers for not being able to update my blog for the last 3 months or so.
It's been almost 3 months since I had my miscarriage with my third child. Honestly, I don't really like talking about it to anybody but I just want to share the dream I had before I lost my baby.
I found out I was pregnant on the last week of June, though no embryo yet. I had to wait till July 16 to make sure there's a baby before I break the news to everyone. My doctor even told me that day to have a 1-2 weeks bedrest -- as in total bedrest. I was only allow for bathroom break. But I lost him the next day.
This was the last part of my dream. I could hardly move from the embrace of a little boy that I had to start calling my husband in my dream. He heard me calling him "Dad!" again and again. He woke me up and I started to feel the blood flowing so I rushed to the bathroom. Then, I lost my baby.
My husband thought that the baby in my dream was our baby. Many believed that it was his way of saying goodbye to me.
I know he was a boy... so I want to name him "Sean Kristof".
I prayed and wanted him to know that he may not be planned but he's not unwanted. I don't want any child to feel unwanted. I'm just glad he was able to hug me to say goodbye. I still tell him that we -- his dad, me and his Ate Mhia & Kuya Dominic -- love him so much.
I really would like to thank my husband and my 2 kids for being super supportive with our 3rd baby. They were the most supportive along with my office friends. ♥