My princessette at 7

Seven years ago, I was in the delivery room of Manila Doctors Hospital, in severe pain, waiting for my delivery at 32 weeks. Marlou was in Bangkok and I made an overseas call thinking that it might be our last conversation because I felt like I was dying with the pain I was suffering. But after an hour, a 1.6 kilograms baby girl was born. I didn't even have the chance to even hold her, just like what I see in movies, because she was taken away from me. She was delivered as a preterm baby and they had to do some tests and put her in an incubator right away. I never had a chance to embrace or kiss her to tell her everything will be alright, that Mommy's just right there...

Hmmm... don't want to be all mushy and emotional again... it's my princessette's birthday... and she's seven... and mommy's all mushy now... gotta go...

NOTE: Thanks doc, for the correction!
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