My Kids Are Miracles
Like others, my pregnancy was not a normal one. My 1st sonography said that I was pregnant with a single child, but the second one said I am blessed with twins. It was only five months of my marriage, and we were not even ready for one kid but, God had different plans for us. Things were fine till the 6th month of my pregnancy, and then came those dark days. My kids were diagnosed with a rare problem name TTTS ( twin to twin transfusion). It’s very rare in twin pregnancy.
One of the Doctors said that we could save only one child in such a case. And if I want to keep the one, I will have to kill the other in the womb through laser treatment, which in India is available only in Chennai. The choice was ours. I, as a mother, decided to have both babies and leave everything on God! My gyno and pediatrician were the live savers of my kids and mine. We waited for my 7th month to complete so that doctors can operate and bring both the babies safe in this world. The period between the 6th month and 7th month was the toughest of my life to date.
Every two days, there was sonography to check if both are alive, and we managed to pull one month with the kids inside my womb with so many injections which I had to take for their lung development and other parts of the body. Even before the operation, I was told that they would save one child and try to save the other one.
On 10/10/2017, I was operated and was blessed with my Lil munchkins, who weighed 850gm and 1100gm, respectively. It was the month of Diwali, and I got to see my kids in the photo for the 1st Time on the day of Dhanteras. I received my 1st kid on the 26th of Oct and the other one exactly on the 10th of Nov.
And then comes the postpartum depression time. Trust me; I even had days where I doubted my existence but seeing my kids’ faces made me strong. As per the doctor, I was only allowed to touch my kids and do everything on my own. Even if anyone wanted to help, they just couldn’t. Even my husband was not allowed in my room for two months. I was told to take very good care of them till they are one year old.
I forgot how to live a life for 1st six months. Locked in a room with these two, I never knew whether it was day or night or even which month or date or day it was. And in this process, I didn’t take care of my body and ended up being called fat now.
After all this, I am thankful to God that for whom I sacrificed myself, my kids, they both are super active and healthy now! During this phase, I learned one thing: ”A woman can give up sometimes, but a mother can’t”. Kudos to all the powerful mothers!
