Whether you like it or not, death is all around us. Around each corner, he is there waiting for us. You can’t run from him and you can’t stop death. It all started unexpectedly. The storm began to worsen with rage. Everything felt like a blur. Time was running, fast as an earthquake destroys land within seconds. But it all seemed like a nightmare.
It was the day I met him, like everyone did these days. It was a meeting I never had expected as I thought of him being far away. The room was dark. I could see a snippet of light creeping below the door. The light cast eerie, dark shadows upon the strange shapes and objects around me. I felt like this was my nightmare. I had no idea about the date we had, however I knew, …show more content…
I had to be induced and have a drip to bring on my labour as my son had done a poo which they found in some of my waters. Three hours went by with no pain relief until I gave up and had an epidural. While I was in labour my son’s heartbeat kept dropping. My heart dropped because I just wanted my son out. We end up going for C-section where they cut my womb. When my son was out I gave him to my husband, about ten minutes later they took the baby and husband away. They next thing I remember everything was black and white like those old movies. All I hear was a man’s voice say, “You need to go to sleep”. He poured a black bottle of liquid down on me then I threw up. Next thing I remember was a hand on my forehead keeping me still and forcing a mask on my face. I was so scared, screaming and trying to hit out. After that I don’t remember anything for seventy two hours. I woke up crying and my husband was there holding my son. I looked at my son and all I could see was a death shadow around my baby. I wanted to scream but I was in pain. I started crying saying, “I am not ready yet…my son is too young to die, leave him alone.” I hold my son and he started smiling that’s when I knew everything was going to be okay. I couldn’t breast feed my son. Every night it’s all I could think about. I wake up in the night sweating over it. I kept dreaming if I had died, I wasn’t going to meet my son. I was scared. I couldn’t get it out my head