My mother gave birth to me--a 4-pound, malnourished baby with malfunctioning lungs-- the very reason I wasn't allowed to be taken home by my parents for a week. The doctors placed me in an incubator with all those scary tubes that were stuck to my nose and some hospital chest pads. No one was allowed to come near me, of course except the doctors. Anyone who visits me had to look at me through a glass window. My only source of food and water was my mom's breast milk. She had to use one of those pumps then puts the milk into a container which she gives to the nurses who feeds me during those days. Actually, it was really my grandmother who just passed away last 2005 who delivers the milk to the hospital. Couldn’t have lived without her, I guess. As days passed by, the same procedures for my condition – the tubes, the pads, the breast milk, the visits etc…… thenàcontinues there came a time when the doctors told my parents that I may not be able survive anymore. So my Family/relatives did the only thing that they could do, and that is to pray to God. My grandmother even went to Lipa, Batangas just to pray for me. After a few days, the doctors were shocked and at the same time happy to tell my family that I was back on track again.
As I grew up I had 4 years of my life going back to the hospital for confinement.....1st one was when I was 3: it was for a U.T.I.....2nd one was a home confinement, I don't remember what age was......3rd was when I was in grade 4, I think it had something to do with a viral infection.....then last one was when I was in grade 6....
Despite of all that happened to the early years of my life I am still here, alive and kicking!! Thank God for my Life!!
For what reason why I'm still here...I don't know, But I'm sure it's for a greater purpose :)
Just like the rest of us ;)
