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When God Takes Something From You, He Gives Something In Return to Make You Happy
I conceived after trying for 4 years after my marriage. I was over the moon when I became pregnant. Starting from the 3rd month, I had extreme nausea, but I was happy that a life is growing inside me. At 4 months, things became a bit normal, but then I got the worst news of my life: my dad had a stroke and was completely paralysed. I used to cry each and every day. It broke my heart. Due to my pregnancy, I was unable to see my dad because he was in a different city.
Somehow, those 9 months were completed. At 9 months, I got labour pain. I wanted a normal delivery because I knew that if I get a C-section, there will be no one to take care of me and my baby except my hubby, because my mother will be taking care of my dad. I used to walk for 1 hour daily till my labour began. I used to do all the household chores because there was no one to help.
I went through labour pain for more than 24 hours. I can’t explain it, but it felt like a near death feeling. However, I still bore it for my baby. But, her heart rate dropped, so they did an emergency C-section. They took me to the O.T. My baby didn’t cry. The doctors were silent because they didn’t want me to know that she was in a serious condition. My baby girl wasn’t able to breath properly and was not responding. I was semi-conscious but I knew that something was wrong. Then, the doctor explained that she was admitted in other hospital due to complications. I was that unlucky mom who didn’t even get to see her daughter’s face.
4 days after my discharge, I went to see my daughter directly at the hospital she was in. Again I was sad, and I cried a lot, but it was God’s grace – I think my dad gave his life to my daughter. She recovered, but I lost my dad. Though I miss him a lot, I know that he knew that if he didn’t gave me an angel, I would have not be able to live without him.