Essay On Small Isolette

The small isolette was my home in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) for five months and three days. I was born at twenty-four weeks and one day, four months before my due date on January fifth. I was not alone, however. My twin brother was born on January fourteenth—we were nine days apart.
See, my story is not a difficult one to tell, but it has changed slightly over the course of my seventeen years. I could go on to discuss how I’ve had sixteen extensive surgeries. How I only have one working vocal cord. Or even that I was given about a ten percent chance of survival. There were wires upon wires protruding through almost every visible inch of my fragile, almost translucent looking body. Gratefully, during this vulnerable time, I had a top-notch support system, even if one of my supporters hadn’t been born at the time until nine days later. This support system has remained continuous, never faltering once.
My twin brother has taught me joy and shown me true companionship. My parents have been the ultimate support system, whether it be hospital trips to the NICU as a baby, going to every early …show more content…
Those who do not know us may think of this as a unique story with a delightfully happy ending, but that is not my goal. My goal is to make them feel something and to take something away from this, whatever that may be. My brother and I have two halves of our story, each differing in its own intricate way. We are forever connected to each other with the stories of our births. But our entrance into this life was also the beginning of our own separate journeys. I have learned how to fend for myself, no longer needing the vital support from my brother and parents like I did in the sheltered isolette. They have raised me to be strong and resilient through their continuous love, that when I was ready to leave home and to leave the hospital and the isolette, that I would know when I was ready. And I’m