Baby Artur Hayes
After a brutal DFW-SNA-DFW-SJC-DFW (Thu-Sun, don't ask), I was getting ready for bed on Sunday evening, when I called Ivy to check in on her since she was having her ultrasound done.
She wasn't answering her phone so I had to call her younger sister, who happened to be with her at the Doctor's office. It turns out that baby Hayes' growth has stunted and they recommended to go into emergency labor. Of course I had to scramble and find a flight to Manila for the next morning. Being an exec plat has it's advantages, I used miles for a business class seat, no fee for booking less than 21 days before departure, etc.
Baby Artur Hayes was born August 27, around 2 something PM Philippine time (I still don't have statistics, I'm such a bad dad). But he had fluid in his lungs and they were collapsed, he can't breathe on his own. I'm hoping somewhere, somehow he starts fighting for his life.
I've been in a daze since I got the news. I even yelled at my mom the morning of the flight as she was asking me all these questions I didn't have answers to while I was trying to finish some critical things at work. I finally had to tell her to back off for a few hours until I get to the Philippines.
That's just my thing, I don't like people asking too many questions. Specially when I don't have answers and I'm stressing out to find the answers. It doesn't help that you ask me the same questions I'm trying to find answers to. So I had to call her back to apologize before I boarded my flight.
The weird thing is, I'm coming into it with a sense of inner peace. 1 of 2 reasons why I think that is. 1st is I think that Baby Artur Hayes will be okay. Or the other reason is, I've resigned myself to the fact that I have to be the strong one during all this. I have to be the support structure for my wife and our family. She gets emotional easily, but I think sometimes she misconstrues my calmness for indifference.
I'm babbling, when I see Baby Artur tonight, I will read him the poem I wrote for him. I'll basically tell him to BRING IT, and that we're behind him.
She wasn't answering her phone so I had to call her younger sister, who happened to be with her at the Doctor's office. It turns out that baby Hayes' growth has stunted and they recommended to go into emergency labor. Of course I had to scramble and find a flight to Manila for the next morning. Being an exec plat has it's advantages, I used miles for a business class seat, no fee for booking less than 21 days before departure, etc.
Baby Artur Hayes was born August 27, around 2 something PM Philippine time (I still don't have statistics, I'm such a bad dad). But he had fluid in his lungs and they were collapsed, he can't breathe on his own. I'm hoping somewhere, somehow he starts fighting for his life.
I've been in a daze since I got the news. I even yelled at my mom the morning of the flight as she was asking me all these questions I didn't have answers to while I was trying to finish some critical things at work. I finally had to tell her to back off for a few hours until I get to the Philippines.
That's just my thing, I don't like people asking too many questions. Specially when I don't have answers and I'm stressing out to find the answers. It doesn't help that you ask me the same questions I'm trying to find answers to. So I had to call her back to apologize before I boarded my flight.
The weird thing is, I'm coming into it with a sense of inner peace. 1 of 2 reasons why I think that is. 1st is I think that Baby Artur Hayes will be okay. Or the other reason is, I've resigned myself to the fact that I have to be the strong one during all this. I have to be the support structure for my wife and our family. She gets emotional easily, but I think sometimes she misconstrues my calmness for indifference.
I'm babbling, when I see Baby Artur tonight, I will read him the poem I wrote for him. I'll basically tell him to BRING IT, and that we're behind him.