This is a difficult topic, but the woman decided to share her story. My baby was born full-term. Girl. Weighing 3300 g, 50 cm tall in 4.51 minutes. And she would have been a normal healthy child, if not for a number of circumstances.
I will say briefly: the birth was extremely difficult, the staff of our regional maternity hospital could not cope. The neck did not open for a long time, the stimulation did not help, I planted it with 5 open fingers.
I was covered all over… but… it was too late. The child was born with terrible hypoxia. As a consequence – cerebral palsy. This terrible diagnosis sounded like a verdict. First there was resuscitation. My child was lying under an artificial respiration machine and only slightly moved his hands. I was sobbing. And the doctors said, refuse, why do you… she’s like a plant… You can still give birth.
When my husband found out about it, he was silent for a long time, looking at one point… And then suddenly said: «The doctors are right. We’d better give it up.»
He took my hand and exhaled, as if throwing off the burden of responsibility. He thought I was of the same opinion.
But I was silent only because there was no room for words from the pain in my chest. After learning that I was not going to leave the child, the man admitted that he would not be able to live like this.
That’s where we parted. Yes, I took the child alone. It was hard to live, and even the child was sick.
My daughter named Victoria, talked to her every day, and it seemed to me that she understood me, blinking her glasses. That’s all she could do.
I ran to the doctors, but free medicine was powerless. At one point, my hands dropped.
I tried to ask my husband for help, but he stubbornly avoided talking to me.
I understood that basically I couldn’t change anything, but giving up the child and giving it up was tantamount to death.
I opened the front door so people could come in and climbed on the windowsill. At that moment, the girl screamed for the first time, she wanted to eat.
You can’t imagine what a range of feelings I managed to feel in two seconds. I closed the window and didn’t think about it anymore.
I took Vika in my arms and promised that I would never leave her.
I pulled myself together and went to ask people for help. Sponsored content
Back then, the Internet was not so widespread, and there were no social networks at all. I wrote an ad and hung it in the entrances.
People came to me and brought me what they could. Food, money, clothes. Life became a little easier and we started treatment.
After a while, a man appeared in our life. He brought a large sum of money and a doll.
He said that he had always dreamed of having a child, but he and his wife did not succeed. She blamed his disability and left.
And he came to us and looked at my girl with such awe. Not like everyone else. A special one.
He came more and more often and always with gifts, soon we fell in love and began to live together. He was working, and I was busy with my daughter. He always emphasized that Vika was «our» daughter. I even managed to leave for Germany.
Vika had a long and serious rehabilitation. But we overcame everything.
The age is now 25, and her brother Vadim is 20. We are the happiest family. Vika loves Dad very much and keeps her first doll. And Vika is also a master of sports in swimming.
Wonderful? No, faith, love, patience… This is a difficult topic for me, but I decided to tell you… because there are a lot of women in this situation right now. And there are much more opportunities to raise your child to his feet. Vika did not recover completely, but this did not prevent her from finding herself in this life. Believe in your children. Believe in yourself. Love. Appreciate it. And everything will work out!
