My baby was born full-term. Girl. Weighing 3300 g, 50 cm tall in 4.51 minutes. And he 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 impaled on 5 fingers of the opening.
I was picked up all over, but. It was too late. The child was born with terrible hypoxia. As a result – hydrocephalus, pneumonia, 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 the handles. I was sobbing. And the doctors said: refuse, they say, why do you need it, it’s like a plant. You can give birth again
When my husband found out, 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 then and sighed, as if he had thrown off the burden of responsibility. He thought, and I think the same. But I was silent only because there was no place for words from the pain in my breasts. After learning that I was not going to leave my daughter, the man admitted that he would not be able to live like this.
That’s where we parted. Yes, I took the baby alone. I had to live on my own for nothing, not to raise a child. My daughter named Victoria, talked to her every day, and it seemed to me that she understood me, blinking her eyes. That’s all she could do. I ran to the doctors, but free medicine was almost powerless. At one point, my hands dropped.
I tried to ask a man for help, but he stubbornly avoided talking to me. I understood that, in general, I could not change anything, giving up the child and refusing was tantamount to death. It’s better to die right away. I opened the front door so that people could come in, opened the window and climbed on the windowsill. At that moment, my girl screamed for the first time. She was hungry.
You can’t imagine what a range of feelings I managed to feel in two seconds. I resolutely closed the window and never thought about it again. 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. Then the Internet was not so widespread, and there were no social networks in sight. I wrote ads and hung them on the entrances.
People came to me and brought what they could. Food, money, clothes. It became possible to live and we quietly began treatment. After a while, a man appeared in our life. As I remember now, he came and brought a huge doll and ten million rubles (at that time not so much, but not a little).
He said that he had always dreamed of having a child, but he and his wife did not succeed. She accused him of insolvency and left. And he came to us and looked at my girl with such awe. Not like everyone else. Special. He came more and more often and always with gifts, soon we fell in love with each other and began to live together.
He was working, and I was taking care of our daughter. He always emphasized that Vika was «our» daughter.
I even managed to go to Germany, visit different cities of our country.
Vika had a very long and serious rehabilitation. But we overcame everything. Vicky is now 25 years old, 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.
A miracle? No, faith, love, patience.
