It's raining cats and dogs again. I used to love the rain. A slight drizzle gives for a cold afternoon and a good night sleep. These days, all I can think of when the heavy rain pours is how flooded it will be across the metro. Would water get inside the house again?
Habagat Maring did this to me a little more than one year ago. August 20th to be exact. Mila was just 5 days old. We had been through dozens of storms and heavy rains and it may flood outside but we've always been safe inside our apartment. It was surprising to wake up at 4am and see water coming out of our bathroom floor. It didn't take too long until it's thigh high. Hubs was still in his parental leave and Mama Grace, my mother-in-law was stayed the night to visit. They were convincing me to go and move somewhere safer. But we had no where to go. We couldn't go to my mom's place because roads are not passable even if we get lucky to get a cab, or jeep or any vehicle. My would was still fresh and the water is high enough to get it wet. Most importantly, how can Mila be safe outside? She's too small and fragile. What if I slip while carrying her? What if she catches a cold or worse?
When we had to turn the power off because water is already coming out of the power outlets, I knew it was time to go. Hubs has a friend 3 blocks away where we could stay. Those 3 blocks I had to walk seem to take forever. I put Mila on our Next9 Carrier and put another layer of blanket and covered us both with a thick jacket. I walked looking down at her making sure she's breathing. I completely forgot about my wound. When we got to the house and lay her on the bed, I couldn't help but cry. I felt sorry and helpless. Then I looked at my 5 day old baby sleeping soundly with a tiny smile on her lips, I just had to smile too. We were safe. And God had sent His Angels to protect my baby. I know Mila is a strong girl. And I need to be stronger for her.
One year since, we're back in the same apartment. Mila is on her playful mood. Her joy is so contagious. I can stop worrying about the rain and the flood that may come with it as we sing "Rain rain go away, come again another day, little Mila wants to play."