My Angel Without Wings Essay

“My Angel without Wings” A lot of us women plan when we would like to have our children and for some of us it just happens. I don’t like to say that my last pregnancy was an accident because there is a reason for everything in life and having a child should always be a pleasant gift. I’d rather say: “I received a blessing unexpectedly.” I was 25 years old when I found out that I was expecting for the third time. I already gave birth to my son who is 13 years old now and my daughter who is 11 years old. When receiving the news I was excited and worried at the same time. Excited that I would have a child, also worried because I was attending school and knew my education would be postponed. My pregnancy started out with the typical morning sickness that was actually not as bad as my other pregnancies. This was my first pregnancy that I was able to eat well and do well with my prenatal vitamins. I remember being pregnant with my other two kids (Ever and Abigail) and always feeling indisposed and could never seem to keep anything in my stomach. I was pregnant with my son

One by one as they would come in the room they tried to comfort me since I had already been warned that my son might not live very long after his birth. Not only because of his birth defect, however because he would be born at only 32 weeks of gestation. I felt that the whole world was caving in on me. The room became silent; I would only hear the beeping sound of all the machines I was hooked up to. When my son was born they rushed him to the intensive care unit. It was 3:10 pm when he was born and I did not see him until 10:00pm that night. He now was stable, hooked up to so many tubes and wires I could barely see his tiny face. I was heartbroken; I now blamed myself for this. I started to dought myself, had I done the right decision? How could I be so selfish; bringing someone in this world to