We survived

We survived.

Two months ago, our pretty normal lives went haywire when we learned that Aires was finally pregnant. On January 23, we were told that she was already on her fifth week, that we needed to fast-track our immunologic treatment, that we needed all the prayers and help we could muster to save the pregnancy.

Each trip to the gynecologist and immunologist was a date with uncertainty. We hoped for the best and braved for the worst. Aires and I prayed and asked for God’s blessings. We lived one day at a time.

We are on our 14th week, officially entering the second trimester. The ultrasound results and the immunologic findings were all okay. Our baby is hanging on for dear life. Our baby is developing properly. Our baby is out of danger.

But we are not letting our guards down. We will still be vigilant. We will do the right things. Get rest. Eat right. Exercise.

I promised Aires and our baby that I would hit the gym and get back in shape. I do want my first-born to feel safe in my arms and be consoled that I will be healthy as he or she grows up. Now, that’s another story worth telling.

In the meantime, allow us to thank all those who donated their blood, who said their prayers, and who wished us the best. To all of you, thank you very much. We are extremely glad to tell you that with your help we survived.