born, finally!

9 months of pupilage can be simply illustrated with the concept of pregnancy.

You get stirred by the thought of being pregnant, and then when ur actually going through the morning sicknesses, the storm which brings about hurricane to ur hormones and directly affect ur mood and the physical change to ur belly, u cant help but start to regret: why oh why did I get myself into this snafu.

U then get through the days with the support of ur loved ones, reminding urself every single second of the day that once this baby is born, it'll all be worth it, u'll be the happiest person in this world, and while waiting for that magical day to come, ur imagination lingers around what that day would be like, how the baby would look like, and worry to a certain degree as to whether or not u will survive.

Once the baby is born, everything seems so perfect, everyone seems to be delighted, proud, happy, and u have just achieved one of the proudest and biggest moment of ur life. But seconds or hours before that baby was born, was the most crucial time for u. All the 'pushing' effort seemed endless and u could have sworn that ur life will end any moment at that time.

I have never been pregnant or gave birth to anyone, but i have now the scars with that baby in my hands.

To my fellow chambees, we did it!