The experiences of life here, translated…
The sirens from the ambulance came near, I’d, quickly turned my head to see which lane the ambulance was in, to see if I need to move out of the way. It’s the sound of hope, or it might as well be, one of, heartbreak.
The third day after my youngest son was born, it’s supposed to have been the day I took him home, as others take their young home happily, the hospital notified me, that my son need to get sent to the hospitals, for further testing. His arrhythmia caused him to not have enough oxygen in his blood, a day before the nurses put on the oxygen mask for him, in order to not cause any unwanted attention, as the time the other new parents met their own young, the nurses took him out of the nursery, but, as they’d told me he needed to be, transferred to another hospital, I’d, started, crying.
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The ambulance with the doctors came quickly, the nurse carried him onboard the ambulance, my husband and I followed behind the ambulance by car. The siren sounded off all the way, I watched my son in that incubator, connected to the machines that read his heartrate, his pulse, and the oxygen component in his blood, I’d thought about the uncertainties of his future, I started, crying, again.
The doctors who rode with us kept consoling me, that there are, many factors that can cause arrhythmia in an infant’s heart, that it may not be anything serious necessarily, and it may be how he was, having a hard time adapting to the world outside of my womb. He’d taken more time to help me feel better, than looking after my newborn son.
Five days after my son transferred, he was, discharged without any trouble, there wasn’t, any structural problems with his heart, and all we need to do, is to watch him closely, and take him to his follow-up appointments. Over a dozen years had come to pass, my son had, grown to be, this hoppity hop young good-looking lad, no need for the follow-up appointments, but every time I’d heard the sirens sounding from an ambulance, tears still came to me, I’d, always told my husband who was driving, to make way for the ambulances, regardless of what the ambulances are, carrying, despair, or hope.
And so, as a mother, this must’ve been, hard for you, to watch your own young infant child weather through so much trials at the start of his life, but gladly, he’d, grown up healthy now, and, because of your son’s health conditions, it’d, helped you gained, more empathy, and, made you want to, move out the way when you hear the sirens sounding off behind you.
Life, the Obstacle Course 