What makes us human? Is it our body? If that is the case, I can't call myself human. Born with no ears, no eyes, no mouth, no nose, no arms or legs... well, the list goes on and on. It's easier to say what I was born with. I had a brain, that's for sure, and I was aware, oh boy, if there was something I was, was aware. My very first memory was an explosion of feelings when I was still in my mother's womb, in the very first weeks of my conception.
My parents were old fashioned and they didn't want to do an ultra sound. All they had was Aunt May, the town's oldest midwife, and her old stethoscope. According to Aunt May, everything indicated that I was going to be a healthy baby. They had already had two healthy kids with Aunt May and they thought I would turn out just fine, like my little brothers. Well, they couldn't have been more wrong. It was the 20th week when the water broke.
My dad called Aunt May, only to find out she had just passed away. My mom started to feel terrible contractions and, convinced by family and friends, they rushed to the nearest hospital.
I was born exactly at midnight and, to my parents and the midwives that assisted with my birth, that night was nothing short of a horror movie. When the midwife said "push", I squeezed out into the light. I couldn't see the light but, somehow, I could feel it. When I came out, the midwife who caught me fainted. She probably had already had a terrible shift, and I was the icing on the cake. They wrapped me on white cloth, cut the umbilical cord and took me away.
"I'm sorry to inform you, Mrs. Wazouski..." The doctor took off his hospital head covering and held it with both hands in front of his chest.
"What's wrong with him?" - My mom asked before he could finish his sentence.
"You gave birth to a stillborn..." Said the doctor.All Rights Reserved