Last Friday, I met up with some of my college classmates to celebrate Dante’s return, our blockmate who went to New Zealand to work abroad. I decided I would bring Alex with me since my classmates haven’t seen my baby yet. We arrived at 6 in the evening at Glorietta just in time to eat dinner and meet them.
The night was really fun. My classmates were very thrilled to see my boss. Surprisingly my two guy classmates, Dante and Ronx, were the ones who were so keen and excited to hold and take care of Alex. We talked about every topic we can think of, ate everything that sounds tasty from Chef D’Angelo’s menu and went home very late because my other two classmates came late due to heavy traffic.
It might have been the very cold temperature and mist that night that caused it because in the morning, Alex’s temperature started to rise a little bit. We started at 37.3 Celcius only and I thought he was going to be okay. Good thing drinking medicine is very easy for Alex to do. He likes to take orange-flavored Dolan (Ibuprofen) which is his accustomed med for fever.
During the day he showed symptoms of weakness. He had a hard time getting up to “wee wee” on his own so I let him wear diapers the entire day. Gladly, he ate a little bit but wanted “de de” so much so I let him. I also let him watch as much “CARS” (Pixar) as he wanted. I remember so much when I was still a child and my mother’s taking care of me when I get sick, she would give everything I wanted to have or eat. Hahaha.. I bet your mothers did the same way to you and so did I.
In the evening his temperature started to rise but it peaked at around ten in the evening. I woke up to check his temperature again, finding that it was the highest I got so far, 39.6. He started to sweat so much I had to change his clothes. When I went back to bed with him, I started to smell a very strong aroma of old rose beside our bed. I hurriedly got up and started to check where it’s coming from. I am the type of person who has a high sense of smell and can identify almost everything through it so i thought I can’t go wrong.
I started to imagine the things around the bed and I’m pretty sure there’s nothing related to plants or flowers most specially roses that I would bring upstairs. The last rose I received was during Mother’s Day which I remember so much I already threw away after a week it was given just because I don’t like its smell whenever its not dried up yet.
I also remembered some old horror stories that if you smell flowers it’s somehow related to death or a dead relative being near. I thought to myself, if it was my late Lolo who’s with us, I prayed that he would watch over Alex. I started to think how desolate I would be in case I lose him and then I would say to myself “Erase, erase, erase” whenever such negative thoughts get to me.
It might have been the simplest prayer I uttered that night. “Heavenly Father, please help Alex survive this illness so we can attend church tomorrow.”
At six thirty in the morning his temperature was only at 36.3. When he woke up he started to smile, laugh and play again with Mommy as usual on the bed. We indeed attended church and had a great time. I continued to monitor his temperature and so far he’s been really well. This proof doesn’t lie.