Jacob Gabriel is the name my husband and I decided to give our first child. Jacob came from me while Gabriel is my husband’s suggestion. Coby, as we call him, was born on the 5th of April, 2003 after more than 12 hours of labor. Though he was a tiny baby, weighing only more than 5 pounds, I almost had a C-section. Thank God the doctor was a seasoned obstetrician-gynecologist and she was able to “pull him out” just in time.
He had fetal distress. I knew the doctor had already pulled him out but I haven’t heard him cry. After a few minutes, I got worried. I even asked the nurses if my baby was okay. They won’t answer me until finally after about 5 minutes, I finally heard him cry. Whew! That was close. The doctor informed me that my baby had meconium staining and he had to be injected with antibiotics every so often. We were advised to leave the baby in the hospital so as to monitor his antibiotic shots. It’s my first baby and I can’t take him home? My husband and I decided to bring him home and be responsible for taking him to the clinic every 8 hours to have his antibiotic shots.
It was a grueling few days for us. Imagine having to subject this teeny tiny newborn to needles at least three times a day. It was painful to watch. I remember the first time the nurses used the needle on him, I cried and cried. If I could only take the injection instead for this precious little one.
Then, he just grew taller and stronger. He was a happy baby then and until now he is cheerful boy. He laughs so hard when he watches Oggy and the Cockroaches, Upin and Ipin and Phineas and Ferb.
He is the creative thinker in the house. His mind is filled with projects to do everyday. He enjoys recycling things. He would create something out of nothing. He paints well too.
As a toddler, we would always hear him hum a tune. Up to now, whenever he is busy playing or building something, we could still hear him humming.
He appreciates music. He took up violin lessons for a while but got bored. Lately, he is interested to study it again or try something new like the piano.
He is the talker, the reporter. He always has something to say. His questions never end. I kidded him once that maybe he should be a news reporter when he grows up because he loves to talk.
He is sweet, yet holds back his emotions sometimes. But he is highly sensitive. His senses are so heightened that he easily gets distracted at the smell of garlic being sautéed in the kitchen or a message tone alert from my cellphone.
He has been homeschooled for 3 years now and he has been enjoying himself a lot. He says he loves homeschool because he doesn’t have to wake up early in the morning just to go to school.