The day I was born was a very difficult day for my family. My mother had had to have a C-Section because there was no other possible way for me to be born. I was already 6 days late and if I stayed, my mother would've been in a lot of pain. They cut into her stomach, "out of the sun roof" is what my mother always said. She lost several litres of blood, more than you originally have in your body, but as soon as the machine was giving her the blood, it was coming back out again. They were very afraid of losing her.
My family had already had 3 children. We'll call them Thomas, Ben and Laura. Thomas had died at just 12 days old from an allergic reaction to my mother's breast milk. The loss of Thomas had been a very traumatic experience for my parents, as they had to decide when to turn off the ventilator keeping him alive, although his brain activity had stopped, his heart kept beating.
Around 14 months after the loss of Thomas, my parents were blessed with another child, this was Ben. Ben was an only child for 28 months before his first sister, Laura, was born.
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RandomThis is a story about my life and the things that've made me who I am today. Which ever route this story ends up taking, it will be fully truthful. I'm kind of scared to put all of this out there but hey, we all need to confess to something sometime...
