,On February 1, 2010 @12:12am, a prematured baby-girl was born. She was 2.100 grams heavy, not so healthy because of her conditions. She was still catching her breath, that's why the pedia advised to put oxygen and start dosing with anti biotics.
As I was lying,holding on to my cellphone texting where to find money to pay my hospital bills, the nurse quickly called me, my baby was already released and ready for viewing. Eventhough my operation was still aching, i tried to stand up and walk just to see my baby. As I was walking going straight to the nursery room, i felt nervous, thinking, how's does my baby looks like, does she inherit the beauty of her mother..or his father, which am praying should not...I saw her, she was so little and tiny, she was still 8 months old, I was suppose to deliver her on March 1. My tears fall down to my skin and my husband wiped it, he announces that the baby was in good condition. But she requires lot of anti-biotics and IRon because she was premature. I never felt like this before.
I was so touched as i was looking at her, I felt so happy and rewarding.
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