Liam Niccoli
What does "Liam" mean?
Strong-willed warrior and protector. A shorter form of the Irish name Uilliam, which means "helmet of will." It's also a shortened version of "William."
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I never wanted to be a mother at the age of 18. I was studying, i needed to graduate first, i needed to enjoy and be young. I was not ready for any responsibility. But then my son came. He came when i was least prepared. My mother would be very disappointed. I wanted to keep my pregnancy a secret. I wanted to run away, hide. Live on my own, get a job and support myself. My mother was stung. She cried, she felt like i betrayed her. But still she supported me. She let me continue dental school. And i felt ashamed of myself. But i promised her and the little angel inside my womb that i will finish school and be a better person.
There were a lot of adjustments i had to make when i was pregnant. I walked everyday going to school and going home because it was hard to ride a taxi in Baguio City specially during the rush hour. Sometimes i felt weak, i am short of breath, and one time i fell unconscious. It was hard to move, hard to sleep, hard to eat. Even a slight odor would make me vomit.
I had to ask our college dean if i was allowed to continue with my subjects because some would inflict harm on my baby like roentgenology. X radiation would not be good for the developing fetus. Luckily, i was allowed. No subject was dangerous for me and my little angel, that's why i didn't stop school. I continued and even attended classes even if it was already my due date. Reviewing became easy maybe bacause i had two brains those times. One brain from me, and one from my baby. 馃槀
February 8,2013. This was my due date. But since i felt nothing. I still attended my classes. This was a friday. It was also my father's birthday. After school, i went to my Ob-gyne for check-up. And she said that my cervix was already 3cm open. So at 10pm that same day, i already went to the hospital. I was admitted and i was patiently waiting.
February 9, 2013
8:05 am, i delivered my baby Boy. He weighed 3.6kg. It was a normal delivery. I felt like i died, because of the excruciating pain. But then we made it. All Praise to God. We were both ok.
Now my son is already 5 years old. He is very active. He enjoys playing outside with his friends. He is currently in nursery 2. And i Love him so much 鉂わ笍
Thanks for reading 馃榾
