Finally on 13 July 2012, it's positive! I couldnt believe my eyes. I'm 1 week late. And this date is a special day for us. The day we got together. Sweet.
This happiness took us on a roller coaster ride that lasted for a mere 11 weeks. Tears, panic, fears and all.
On the 12th weeks, we are almost there. Finally the time has come for us to announce our joy. Yet, joy no more. It's the start of our mental dismay and torture. I went for the detailed anomaly scan alone as he was on course. And it was the first time I went for a obst check myself. He was there for me all along. And this one time, was the most unfortunate. I broke down when Dr told us we had abnormal babies. You read it right, babies, we had conjoined twins. Twins, how could it be? We had no history. Conjoined? The internet reported 1 in every 100,000 pregnancies. And it happened to me??? what are the chances?
We didnt believe. We hope it was wrong. The machine is faulty. Please.
We went for a second opinion. Worst. We were told that our babies are not normal and they had a bubble on their neck. And these should have been detected earlier. We crashed. All hopes diminished. We made plans for termination. I ate raw salmon which I craved but could not eat any raw food as I was pregnant. I am convinced that these are some monsters not my babies. What have I done wrong to have to kill my own babies? There wasn't an option. Keeping them has no good.
I went for the op. I didnt feel a thing and couldnt recall a thing. The last I heard was breathe in slowly... and I was gone. The last I told my babies, go, go now, reincarnate as proper babies, perhaps we are not fated to be. When I next woke up, they told me everything is ok now. I bleed.
Concern people started pouring in. "You are still young."..... etc. I know the intentions are good. But..but i needed the space. I need everyone to stop being concern, your concern hurts. I dont wish to hear anything about it, talk about it or anything to do with it. Chapter close. Shut it. Bury it. No more. I tried my best to push every possible image and thoughts to somewhere at the very bottom and darkest corner of my heart. I threw away everything, the u/s images, the baby goods...etc.
It is no good. No matter how much I wish it never happen, I remembered every image, every detail, every words, every tear. It will never heal.
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