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The longest wait in my life is was the last 8 years. I felt the burden of being childless every passing moment. There were days I would just imagine having a child and telling her stories. Sometimes, I just wanted to live in my own mind instead of reality. When I finally became pregnant, I felt like I was still dreaming.
I remember that day when the doctors said that I was carrying twins! Double the joy! I thanked the whole universe, finally, my prayers and tears were answered.
But during the eight-month, I got a sudden pain. I realized I was in labour. All I could think about was my babies' health. I was rushed to the hospital and an immediate C section was done. As soon as my twins arrived, they were taken to the ICU. They suffered from the complications of premature birth. My twins weighed only 1.65 kg, 1.58 kg respectively.
I had unbearable pain and I couldn't get up from the bed. I was allowed to see the baby only after two days. I can't describe how I felt in those two days. So many thoughts were rushing through my mind. I was longing to hold them in my hands. I was devasted when I saw them fitted with tubes and struggling to breathe.
Did I wait all these years to see my babies in this condition? What did I do to deserve this? They are too small to even hold. It has been hardly few days since they arrived here and they are already fighting sepsis and pneumonia. They are fed through tubes and need to be in ICU until they recover.
I believed that I will start living in reality with my children when they came. I can't bear to go back to loving them in my dreams. I can't lose them at any cost. I live only for them. I can't imagine going back home without them. That emptiness scares me.
My husband is a daily wage worker. He earns Rs 300-400 per day. We have sold everything we had with us. There is nothing left and we haven't paid our bills yet. Nothing can be worse than losing my twins due to lack of money.
My stitches from the delivery aren't removed yet, I'm still in the hospital. After they discharge me my husband and I will sleep in the verandah of the hospital. We can't afford a room. We are willing to do anything to save my babies. They are my life. I need them.
I remember that day when the doctors said that I was carrying twins! Double the joy! I thanked the whole universe, finally, my prayers and tears were answered.
My husband and I spent day and night sharing our dreams of bringing up our angels. I can write a book on all the plans I had for my children. I know I couldn't give them all that they asked for, but I was sure that I could always give them happiness and unconditional love. My husband started working extra hours to save money.
But during the eight-month, I got a sudden pain. I realized I was in labour. All I could think about was my babies' health. I was rushed to the hospital and an immediate C section was done. As soon as my twins arrived, they were taken to the ICU. They suffered from the complications of premature birth. My twins weighed only 1.65 kg, 1.58 kg respectively.
I had unbearable pain and I couldn't get up from the bed. I was allowed to see the baby only after two days. I can't describe how I felt in those two days. So many thoughts were rushing through my mind. I was longing to hold them in my hands. I was devasted when I saw them fitted with tubes and struggling to breathe.
Did I wait all these years to see my babies in this condition? What did I do to deserve this? They are too small to even hold. It has been hardly few days since they arrived here and they are already fighting sepsis and pneumonia. They are fed through tubes and need to be in ICU until they recover.
I believed that I will start living in reality with my children when they came. I can't bear to go back to loving them in my dreams. I can't lose them at any cost. I live only for them. I can't imagine going back home without them. That emptiness scares me.
My husband is a daily wage worker. He earns Rs 300-400 per day. We have sold everything we had with us. There is nothing left and we haven't paid our bills yet. Nothing can be worse than losing my twins due to lack of money.
My stitches from the delivery aren't removed yet, I'm still in the hospital. After they discharge me my husband and I will sleep in the verandah of the hospital. We can't afford a room. We are willing to do anything to save my babies. They are my life. I need them.
