Last week was probably one of the most depressing weeks I’ve had during this pregnancy. First, I got sick, and was battling a fever for two straight days. All I could think of was how awful it must be for my little 14-week old baby in me! I stopped reading things online that only made me feel worse, and focused on getting better.

But sadly, things took a turn for the worst when Vito got sick on Thursday morning. We got a call from my sister-in-law, who was with him at my Mom’s house, along with Vito’s other cousins, for a playdate. She said his temp was at 39++ Celsius, which is an alarming temperature for someone like Vito. My husband went to fetch him to bring him home, but during the trip home, Vito had a febrile seizure in the car. My husband had to drive back to my mom’s, attempt to get his fever down with a sponge bath, while I handled everything by phone, called the pedia, and received instructions to bring Vito to the ER for observation.

It’s never easy when your kid has a seizure. 🙁 According to my husband, Vito’s eyes smarted and veered to the right while his arm flailed from one side to the other. I wasn’t there to see it happen, and perhaps it was just as well. I don’t think I could have handled it.

I wasn’t allowed to go with them to the ER, so I stayed home and cried helplessly while receiving updates from my husband over the phone. Vito and Ton stayed in the ER until the orderlies cleared them to go home. For the next five days, Ton and I had to watch over Vito, monitor his fever, and bring him daily to the lab at St Luke’s Quezon City for blood tests. They said it was to monitor him from dengue fever, which had me all the more worried.


It’s been two days since Vito’s last fever, much to my relief. Things are falling back into place at home; last night was the first night we didn’t have to go for blood tests. It was an answered prayer, since I hated bringing him each time. It seemed like every test showed zero progress in his platelet count, and at home, we were having a hard time convincing him to eat and drink. Yesterday, though, after one text from the pediatrician saying, “He’ll be OK; just rest today,” I was finally able to breathe in relief. I finally felt all the prayers of our friends and loved ones come through. Suddenly, the sleepless nights and all the worry melted away.

“He’ll be OK.” (And, it seemed as if God was telling me, “You’ll be OK, too.”)

What an ordeal! I’m just glad it’s over, and that Vito is on the mend. I’m also still recovering, said my OB GYN, so I’ve been ordered to stay home, regain my strength, catch up on sleep and food. I’ve been running on adrenaline!

I just wanted to say thank you to you, dear readers, for staying with me on social media while I gave updates. Thanks for checking in on me via text or even just an IM, offering prayers and support. Every bit of it mattered. Now, to go back into things head on, but grateful.