Little Z’s Birth Story

I know, I know. I have been planning to post this last month for the Down Syndrome Consciousness Month but I never got around to it. But then again, who said that I need to write this post at a certain month, right?

This blog was created first and foremost to document our journey to life as mother and son. But little did I know that our journey would be a whole lot different from what I had envisioned it to be. Bits and pieces have already been posted here about the rough start that we have had but let me sum it all up in one post so I can also move on from being undecided to write this all down or not. 😛

So here goes:

I learned I was pregnant on mid-January of 2013. I was all alone in my apartment when I took the pregnancy test and there it was, two pink stripes boldly gazing back at me. I had to repeat the test because I was in denial that I was indeed pregnant. Everything seemed so sudden, so unexpected. I was prepped to take a different course of life that time, I had made plans for myself, to start fresh and had a new set of goals. All of that was scrapped out and I had to go back to the drawing board.

two bright pink stripes boldly staring back at me... x2
two bright pink stripes boldly staring back at me… x2

For the first trimester, I was a ball of emotions inside. On the outside, I was acting almost the same, albeit strange at times (I think), but inside I was a total mess. One minute I was ecstatic about my baby, the next, I would be crying my eyes out. I guess that comes with all pregnancies.

I regularly checked in with my OB and made sure I was eating right to the point that I had to keep a journal of what I eat and what time I have eaten. I took my vitamins religiously, read all about pregnancy and babies and all that. Then, like most expecting moms, I envisioned the perfect little bundle of joy that will soon be my partner in seeing the world. When I learned that I was having a boy, I envisioned him to be the most beautiful baby boy I had ever laid eyes on (well, all moms do that, I guess) and he will grow up to be the perfect son any mom would ever want.

It took me a while to finally decide on a name, too. I only settled on a name about a few weeks before I gave birth. After scrapping out a lot of names, I decided to name my baby love, Zaine Amory.

Those 38 weeks that I carried him seemed to be the shortest and longest 38 weeks that I’ve had. I was anxiously waiting for his arrival and have wanted to hold him ever since I felt him move. And I was lucky to have what I would say the easiest pregnancy anyone could ever ask for – no morning sickness, no weird food cravings, didn’t get fat with all the sugar intake, and I was able to wear my some of my pre-pregnancy jeans until I was 8 months pregnant. And I was blessed with an easy labor and delivery as well: 4 hours active labor and 20 minutes in the delivery room. I was indeed lucky.

I didn’t get to see my son right when he came out. I didn’t even hear his first cry because I passed out right after they were cutting the cord so they can bring him to me.

my son's first cry which I missed
my son’s first cry which I missed
“wake up, Mommy… I’m here now…”

I met my son an hour after he arrived. He was crying when they brought him to me and he quieted down as soon as I held him. The feeling of getting to hold my baby was surreal. I couldn’t explain it. I was happy to finally hold my son yet I was quite sad that I wouldn’t feel his kicks and his movements in the early dawn. But what surprised me was that my baby was big. I was expecting a smaller one since, two weeks before I gave birth, my son was estimated to weigh about 5.12 lbs. I gave birth to a 7-lb baby.

first look at my son....
first look at my son….

As soon as I held him, I was asked to feed him and I thanked the heavens that I have milk. I was quite worried because I still didn’t have milk during the last few weeks of my pregnancy and I read that breastmilk usually becomes available a few weeks before giving birth.

I knew my Mom was in the recovery room with me but I couldn’t remember how many attendants were there. They all sort of faded away in the picture when I got to hold my son for the first time. I was looking at my son as he fed and I remember thinking how big he was and wondering how I managed to push him out so easily.

Then as I further examined his face, my instinct already told me that something was off. His eyes were quite different. I also remembered wondering why his nose was a bit flat compared to what I had seen in his ultrasound photos.  And I also remember pushing those thoughts away, chalking it up to exhaustion after having no sleep the night before. I also thought that maybe I squished his nose when I pushed him out and it will be back to how it should be in no time.

Sleeping peacefully...
Sleeping peacefully…

The pediatrician who attended my son was not of my choosing. I didn’t have the time to decide which pediatrician to get prior to giving birth. He was picked by my OB and he introduced himself when I was in the delivery room. He didn’t visit back after I was wheeled to my room where my family was waiting. Though I didn’t know if he should or shouldn’t that time.

My photographer brother was there at the hospital, too, and took lots of photos of me with my little Z. It was a wonderful feeling, actually, having them there to celebrate a new life with me.

with my brother
with my brother
couldn't stop staring at him...
couldn’t stop staring at him…

The pediatrician came on the day of our discharge from the hospital. He took a quick examination of my baby and, after asking me if I had a photo of my son’s father to which I answered I didn’t have, he casually mentioned that my son may have symptoms of Down syndrome because of his eyes. He also casually mentioned that my son had descended testes and quite a high palate. And since my son was quite jaundiced, he advised that I ensure to feed him regularly and bring him out in the mornings to catch the morning sun.

It wasn’t the first time that I heard about Down syndrome. You see, during the course of my pregnancy, I have read and researched a lot about pregnancies and early stages of life. I came across a lot of articles about Down syndrome to which I ignored reading because I thought during those times that my baby will never have anything to do with it. He will be born perfect.

The pediatrician didn’t really enlightened us properly during those days, and since I was really anxious to get out of the hospital (hospitals are not really my thing. And to think that for the longest time, I wanted to become a doctor. Go figure) and just start my life’s journey with my son.

4 days of new mother bliss and I had the shock of my life. My son’s temperature reached 38 degrees celsius and I had to rush him to the emergency room on a cold Monday night to which he was pricked so much and without care. He had his first x-ray done, too. He was admitted that night a well and had to stay in the hospital for a week. I thought that was the end of it. Until I found ourselves back in the hospital on his third week of life.

On those two confinements, Down syndrome always came into the picture. During the first confinement. I was in denial. Diagnosing my son with Ds was not acceptable to me. I totally wracked my brains out reading and researching anything that I could find that would tell me that my son didn’t have it. My son’s pediatrician that time didn’t recommend karyotyping, too. However, during his second confinement, his new pediatrician (a woman this time), suggested that signs are showing that my son has indeed Down syndrome. I almost lost it.

I was fighting so hard to make sure that my son didn’t have the condition though, somewhere deep inside me, I knew that I was fighting a losing battle. I struggled to understand what was going on. Why my baby? Why me? Why us? I had the perfect dream in my head on how my future will look like and yet, all of a sudden, everything became so bleak. I cried buckets of tears almost every night thinking back to the things I’ve done while I was pregnant. Did I do something wrong throughout my pregnancy? Was there something that my OB missed? Is this something that it is in my genes? So many questions, yet I never found the answers.

My son’s first four months of life was a series of confinements, doctor’s appointments, blood tests, doctor’s appointments and surgery for his lens extraction since he was born with congenital bilateral cataract – which apparently was also a symptom of Down syndrome. It was exhausting. And with every consultation, we get one good news and then a bad news. My emotions were in a roller coaster ride during those times.

I pushed out the schedule for his karyotyping though I knew that I had to get it done. I was just not ready to face a new reality yet. The preparation for his surgery was my priority. Getting him cleared from several pediatric specialists was the top one. Next was making sure I had funds enough to cover the surgery and all his other medical needs after. Once I had everything settled, I decided to get him scheduled for blood extraction for his chromosomal analysis.

It took me three and a half months to get it done. I was just not ready. I was praying so hard for a miracle that one day I will wake up and my son will be the perfect little boy that I had in my dreams. That I will wake up with him able to see without clouds in his eyes. I will wake up to see him all perfect and well. After his blood was extracted for his karyotyping, I gave it all up. I remember thinking, whatever will be, will be. But one thing I held on was the hope for a small miracle for my son.


I got my son’s karyotyping results a month after. The results were already available after three weeks but I didn’t have the courage to get it. I wanted to know but I was not really jumping with the idea that my son may have Ds. The piece of paper containing my son’s test results gave me a sucker-punch. It was the lowest point of my life.

All alone in the comfort of my apartment, I drank and cried my heart out. I grieved the loss of the perfect little boy in my dreams. I grieved the loss of the what-might-have-beens and what-could-have-beens. I grieved the loss of my hopes and dreams. It was the most painful experience I’ve had so far. I knew all along, from the time I laid eyes on my son, that there was something not right and I tried so hard to deny it. But in the end, it felt like the joke was on me.

I joined Down Syndrome Association of the Philippines, Inc (DSAPI) and I have found them to be a great moral support for someone who felt at a loss after such a diagnosis. There were other several DS groups in Facebook as well that I joined in as part of my coping mechanism. They have all been a great support system (even if I rarely get to meet with the group) in my lowest point. I realized that I was not alone in this journey. There are quite a lot of us walking through the same path.

In the last year, I have seen my son grow into the little toddler that he is now. He is now 18 months old – active, jolly, hard-headed at times just like his mom, and is just like any normal, typical toddler, ready to explore the world in his own way. I learned to let go of the “perfect” little boy in my head and embrace this not-so-perfect little boy in place. Yes, he is not perfect as I perceived perfect to be, but he is perfect in his own way. He is mine, my son, of my blood, and he has brought me nothing but pure joy.

my travel partner
my travel partner
my jolly little big boy Z
my jolly little big boy Z
<3 ^_^ <3
<3 ^_^ <3

I wish things could have gone differently with how I knew and learned of his condition. But it is what it is and I have to start letting go of the things that didn’t happen as it should. I am just glad that I could say, for now at least, that we have gone past a very rough start in our journey as mother and son. There’s no rushing in our journey now. All we need to do is to take one step at a time, one day at a time, and just enjoy and celebrate life as we should.

the love of my life, my heart and my soul <3
the love of my life, my heart and my soul <3

There are still times that I wish that my son didn’t have Ds especially when I see kids his age doing things that they should be doing. But I am also learning now that my son may not be hitting the usual milestones at the “right” time, he will be able to hit them once he is ready. There’s no rush, we are just taking a reroute. The journey may be longer but we are seeing a hell of a lot more view than the usual. I could say that the bonus there is that I get to baby my son a little bit longer. 🙂

:) <3
🙂 <3

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    1. Thanks, Jhanis. It got easier after writing several drafts 😀 Writing this down sort of got a big chunk of load off my back 😀

  1. Hi, mommy Liz! I read the whole story about you and your baby Z in this article. And to be part of it, I also want you to read some of my articles. I’m a high-functional special adult with Down syndrome of trisomy 21 Mosaic type. If you have a chance time to read, you can find another time to read some of my articles I wrote in the past months. But I have to stop because I already have work. I have to juggle my time between internet at home and work. You may also visit my facebook page: to find some of my quotes there and other stuff.

    1. Hi JP, thank you.. I do remember reading some of your articles when I was still trying to wrap my head around the probability that my baby has down syndrome. Somehow, your story has given me a glimpse of hope that my son will have a brighter future than what I have initially thought. 🙂

  2. I shed some tears when I saw the current photo of your son because he is so adorable. He’s perfect! I’m not sure if this is accurate but I remember reading somewhere that children with DS are often the most affectionate. God be with you and your son!

  3. i read somewhere that down babies pick a special kind of person to be their mother, they go through a gruelling process before they speak to God and give their blessing, sort of like a mom “knight”. i guess you have what it takes. i also heard that the amount of love they give back is unparalleled. <3

  4. Thank you for sharing such a wonderful mother and baby story. I love reading your entry. I admire you for being a great mother to your son.


  5. This is a very good entry. I was glued from the very first paragraph. But what I admire more is your bravery and strength of spirit. It’s not very easy to share these kinds of things and I love that you were able to, not only just share, but share with such heartfelt rawness, how much emotions were felt when you began your journey with your son. You are a great mom and Zaine is very lucky and blessed to have you.

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