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My baby's not a baby anymore
Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Today, March 27, both Philippine and US time, Megan became a woman. Yes, my baby, my niece, just menstruated.

Sad face.
Sad face.
Sad face.

I am so proud of her though. She was so open about it. Since she was spending the night with Jo'an, she texted my mom right away. "Lola, I have good news for you. But bad news for Lolo." HAHAHA!!! She then followed all the "lihi" instructions my mom gave her and went to our house to spend the night. We got to talk on the phone briefly and I could tell that she was really cool about it. She has no clue though, about what lies ahead. So I wrote her this reeeeally long email about feminine hygiene and tips on how to take care of her just developed reproductive system. I couldn't help it! My baby is no longer one!

I remember when I first bled. It was December 10, 1989. It was the culmination of the coup and Rama and Comendador just did the handshake bit in Mactan. I took off my panties to pee, saw the red stuff, ran to Chime who was on the phone that time, took down my panties in front of her and said, "Gidugo na ko." HAHAHA! I guess I had always been that way. I was 12 years old then and as much as I had read about menstruation, I had little or no clue about what lay ahead. Now, Megan will have to prepare herself for anything and no matter how much I will be talking to her about "womanhood", she will have to learn it all by herself.