This is my story.

Story of a girl who is going to lose her twenties days by next year.

My story started from the ending of my life. I was born on 29th Feb (yes yes you might be amazed by that, cause my birthday comes only once during leap years.)                                                         So my family has made up their mind, that I can celebrate my birthday anytime during the month of Feb.   So let's get back to the point "why with the end of my life". On the day of delivery, it was a scene of panic in my house not because I was a premature baby, but bc the umbilical cord had twisted around my neck, and it was a complicated moment. My mom had to get shifted to the ICU. The doctors had come out and said to my relatives that maybe only one of us (me or mom) could be saved. All were tensed. Especially my grandparents were worried. And dad was crying, my uncle tried to console him. My Aunt was continuously checking with the doctors about the situation. 

An hour later they said that the baby may be brought to Earth any moment  People were excited but tensed at the same time. 

After a serious struggle of three long hours, I was born but announced dead by the doctors.
Everyone rushed to the room, to have a look at me. Even the patients of intersecting rooms came in to have a sight of me. I had all chubby face and rosy cheeks. My dad picked me up. Kissed on my forehead and started crying holding me tight. Everyone tried to console him. My mom lying on the hospital bed taking glances of me, but weak enough to hold me. My grandparents were holding onto each other and sobbing. 
                *A minute later*
The nurses came to take me away from my parents. She had to literally snatch me away from their arms. They were leaving the ICU room .........

That's when an old experienced doctor was on his way home. He saw me getting taken away... And my downhearted, hopeless dad running behind to stop them.....(All this may sound funny.. even to me it did at the beginning.....But only a parent knows the pain of losing their child after the real 9 months struggle, in my case only 7 months)... The doctor stopped the nurses, asked about the situation and the reason for me taken away to the purple butterfly room (the logo showing: the people who left us early.) He on the spot called Mrs. Fink (who was his wife, and also a child specialist). As he had to say, he still saw a  glance of hope in me. 

*For obvious no one dreams of giving birth to a dead child., it's like a nightmare.*

Half an hour later a skidding sound could be heard, of a car forcefully trying to stop. Locking the car and rushing footsteps, toward us. She commanded to get the ICU ready for the operation. Got ready in few seconds, accompanied by Mr.Thomas Anderson (her husband). They had to work on my lungs and my heart. As there still was the Amniotic fluid in my lungs, and my heart wasn't well developed to support my nervous system. This was a real struggle and a challenge. After a long struggle of  5 hours. They had completed the operation, and to get started with me. They had to give me cardiogenic shocks. Not more than three is recommended for a newborn like me. But they didn't lose hope and went for the fifth one ......

And that's when I first inhaled.... and a piercing cry could be heard...Usually, it's not comfy to the ears but in my case, it was a sound of pleasure.....The operation room had turned to a festive mood. My parents & relatives were still unknown in this fact.

A minute later or so, they positioned me into the incubator and dressed in a cute soft cotton jumpsuit coupled with a rabbit ear cap. Awwww sounds cute right. I may have a pic of me in that outfit, and maybe I should upload it. Comment if I should do so!!!   >-<

At last, my parents were called. My mom couldn't have the first sight of me. Cause she needed medications. My dad rushed in & held me out of the incubator and, added a soft kiss on my forehead. (This is all that my parents told me. Not a made up story).

But as we didn't have good economical support so I and my mom were released after a day or so. As it had already cost a lot.

*I come from a higher middle-class family. Earlier I was poor. You can just add up to that, yes "POOR" is what I can call myself. Comparing to my other relatives and friends.*                               My childhood wasn't anything really good. My dad even after being a highly qualified person, Didn't have a good salary, the only thing he had was a group of good trustworthy friends and "respect". My dad on his first job (had the designation of being the boss.)The subordinates (working under him) were really supportive.

So basically what I have seen is couples getting a lot of support from family relatives and everyone, after marriage. A readymade settlement. A lot of economic help. Making them well settled and then getting married. All these kinds of stuff, especially to me are very irritating. Because  I have seen nothing such thing happening to us. My Dad not only looked after our small family but also Three other families (why? ....That I can't explain...It's some kinda old family matter).

So I am a master in getting myself into trouble. Even if my parents are not that worthy I have made them spend on me a lot. I was not even 7 months old, I got my fingers to squeeze between the door hinges,* a great job right*. Then, when I was 16 months maybe, I caught hold of insane sticks. (Used to worship Indian God's & Goddesses. A long stick with fragrances). But for me, it was a suicide weapon.  I got all deep black burnt holes on my small palm which was soft like avocado and small like a kiwi. I have scared my mom with all these final destination tricks, being a toddler .<<<<<< The most Amazing thing I have done in life is .... Once my mom was in the kitchen cutting vegetables for lunch. I got into the kitchen (with the help of my baby walker) caught hold of the knife which my mom had just washed and kept in the drier and held it really tight. My hand started bleeding horribly, but I was just laughing holding the knife in my other hand and staring at the blood flow from the other. That's when my mom looked at me ...first, she screamed and then she started crying holding my hand in her's.That's when I started crying looking at my mom's face.....But the comedy is that my mom started consoling me even when I was not crying.....it's actually her way of consoling that made me start crying. 

In a panic, she held my hand under the cold running water ...Which actually didn't turn out good ...but to make the things even worse. The blood flow didn't top. My mom hurriedly called my dad. And after an hour or less, my dad appeared with his colleagues. As he came in by their car. *We didn't have our own car back then* ...... My dad took me to the hospital ...but I don't remember a thing that happened after that.   But I still look at my hand and see if I can bend my fingers behind but no. I guess the treatment was good. Cause back then I had cut my hands so bad that my fingers were literally dangling backward. *but I don't hold the superpower anymore*

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cause only then I may upload the other chp. And tell you the rest of the thrilled story of my life.

My life is such a mess. That I thought of writing it down , to find if someone can relate to my story. Or has faced even worse.