Growing Pains


aka my version of “A Series of Unfortunate Events.”

The past few months were… interesting, if I may put it nicely. I would not consider naming this post after a dark and destitute story, but it is what it is.


First off, let me enumerate what happened:

  1. Our car was hit (quite badly) by a man who was not paying attention to the road while crossing an intersection.
  2. My mom died.
  3. My baby got pneumonia and was admitted at The Medical City for four days. We were discharged on Christmas Eve.
  4. I went through three rounds of antibiotics for a cough/mucus that wasn’t going away.
  5. Our landlady told us to find another house to live in because she will need her unit back.
  6. Moving houses.
  7. My bunny, Kero-chan died.
  8. Given all the events above, we’ve bled out plenty of cash — our emergency fund’s getting close to proof. I can’t even think of our savings.
  9. Our car is still MIA. Apparently, Ford and our insurance, Standard Insurance, are slower than turtles.
  10. Different clinic visits with different doctors for me, my husband, and my baby, because we just keep getting sick – especially me.

But you know what? We’re doing ok. Relatively fine, given that I actually thought that we would be in pieces right now. I don’t want to turn this post into a religious one, but I have no other explanation for the resilience that we gained.

There were times that I’ve been lukewarm in my faith – we are not hardcore RC’s. I was slightly turned off by that kind of devotion when I experienced it growing up. I learned to fear God, and that was the problem. Fear. Over the years, as it slowly dawned on me that I was only being good because I was scared of hell, I became apathetic in my faith. And you see? I actually didn’t fear God, I was just afraid that God will throw me in hell. I wanted to know my God as a loving God.

Going through these trials, I admit that I was shaken more than ever. Losing my mom – that is the biggest blow I’ve ever had in my existence in this world. Then came the hospitalization of my baby… this one happened a month after my mom passed, and the pains that this event wrought on me was terrifying. I’ve never wanted my mom’s presence more than ever. Imagine, I’m a first-time mother, and my husband and I both do not have family in the city. We had no one to turn to. When we were told that we needed to confine our baby, I just broke down into a crying wreck. It was almost Christmas – I was expecting that we will get to spend it in the province with my family. But, no.

All the time in our stay at the hospital, I was asking if God hates us. What did we do wrong? I felt like a failure as a mother, and I also felt like an abandoned daughter. I was having thoughts of just jumping out the window and ending everything like that. I was thinking that I will end the year as an atheist. I was not angry at God, though. I was hurt – very hurt and very lost. I didn’t know what to do, who to turn to, who to call, and I just didn’t know what to believe anymore.

I am very grateful for my husband, but all the events were taking a toll on us – on our relationship. Apparently, when things aren’t going as well financially, husband-wife relations can get really strained.

But it turns out, when a person is in a desperate situation, the only one he can turn to is God. Swallowing my hurt, my pain, and my reluctance, I called unto Him. I prayed the prayers my mom taught me. No, a miracle didn’t happen, but I started to feel better somehow.

The climb wasn’t straight at all, though. Look at my list again – that hospitalization is only third on the list. Thing is, I slowly learned to take things one-at-a-time. When things are not going as planned, I learned how to breathe deeply and let it all out. I learned how to filter any bullshit and just let them go over my head.  Through all these things that I’m learning, I started to feel a new self emerge.

Metamorphosis. I feel like I’ve been building a cocoon around me, and soon, a beautiful butterfly will emerge – but I am not in any hurry. I’ve finally learned, somehow, to be kinder to myself, to give myself some breathing space, and to accept that life just happens but you have your loved ones and your faith to hold onto. Just breathe, hold on tight, the let go and let God.

4 thoughts on “Growing Pains

  1. Wow! Sometimes you can go through life upset about the most minor of events and then realise it’s actually not that bad. I’m sorry for your loss and the challenges you have gone through as of late. I wish you and your family health, abundance and good fortune for the months to come! 🙂


  2. I agree let go and let God, sometimes we don’t understand what’s happening, but after the rain there’s always be the sunshine, I don’t know the answers as well, but all I know is God will not let it happen if you can’t breakthrough it, He trusted you you and love you so much, maybe change the question to, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO LORD? Godbless I know you can breakthrough it.He loves you so much


  3. I don’t know what to saaaay but please know that I’m proud of your actions after reading this post. It may be easier to let go of God in your situation but you chose to let go and let God, and I’m sure God is pleased and will deliver you from your burdens soon. Keep praying, cry if you need to, but no matter what happens don’t lose faith. Everything is a challenge and you’re blesses to have a husband and a loving God to cling on. 🙂

    I love your artworks by the way! ❤


  4. I’m so sorry that all of these awful things happened to you! It sounds like you have been so strong during this hard period and I’m sure you will make it out the other side. I hope that you and your family stop feeling ill and can start to lead happy, healthy lives again. My condolences for your mother’s passing, that must have been really hard 😦


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