Sometimes in life, things don’t work out the way you dream they would. Things you’ve been fantasizing about your whole life turn into a complete disaster but somehow, someway, you overcome them and they become even better than what you can imagine. This happened to me extremely early in my life. Actually, it was the day I was born. I was a true warrior and battle scars imprinted on my skin prove this. My battle however was not a simple one. But sometimes, I wish that I could truly remember it. I was just an infant you see, but in my first year of my life, I struggled through the most difficult battle I ever had in my entire life and hopefully, ever will have. I hear this story from my parents, grandparents, anyone who was there helping my parents out at the time. They all say I’m a miracle who went through an extremely difficult time.
From what they say, this is how my war story goes. I’m not too sure of the details, since I have heard this story a myriad amount of times from a bunch of different people. They say that my parents found out that something was wrong early on in my mother’s pregnancy and my parents immediately did research on what the best care would be for me. They were lucky enough to find care right on Long Island, our home. They all say that I should have been born on August 4th, 1992. However, I was delivered on May 28th, 1992 at 3:44 in the morning. When my father found out that I was being born, he rushed to the hospital, parked in a non-parking zone and received a ticket from the police. I was born with an omphalecele which is an abdominal issue. I was then immediately rushed to surgery on the first day of my life. That’s fun, being in a brand new world for the first time and having to get rushed to surgery. Well, they say that the doctors told my mother and father that I was not supposed to live. However, I kept fighting and overcame that first battle.
I was finally brought home four months later. However, those two months after I was brought into my nice, comfy home, I had to go back to the hospital again. Great. So, I was in the hospital this time because I had something called an AV canal defect. That means that I had a hole in the middle of my heart. They say that this was very difficult to repair. They also say that if they knew that I had this problem back when I had my first surgery on my stomach, the doctors would not have done that surgery on me. I heard that the doctors assumed that if I was put on anesthetics with a heart condition, I wouldn’t live through it. Well, I proved them wrong. Anyway, I had the heart surgery and had to stay in the hospital for about two months I think.
So, for however long I was in the hospital, they say that I got the most care and love from one person. That person is my mother. Every day, my mother would stay in the hospital with me all day long. She would read to me, put on little puppet shows with my toys all through the incubator. I would just stare and watch. I probably heard her voice, I’m not too sure though. Well, other people would come and visit me too. I would get visits from my grandparents and my father mostly. But on some occasions, I got visits from my aunts and uncles. All this extended family proves that there were so many people out there who wanted me to get better. My mother had this vision and dream that she would have a healthy baby. This baby would be happy and healthy and her’s to raise with my father and loved more than anything in the world. My mother’s faith in keeping this dream a reality and hope for me, gave me the strength to fight through this battle of being stuck in an incubator for months.
I then came home again. We moved to our house in Commack which we all still live in to this day. My battle and battle scars are still with me, slowly fading away but will never fully disappear. I’ve wanted to get those battle scars removed through plastic surgery but then I decided not to. They show me that I am a true warrior. They say I give people hope and show them that they can overcome the impossible. Fully certified doctors predicted that I wasn’t going to live but look at me now. I am a normal, healthy 16 year old in a regular high school, doing good in school without major problems. They all say I’m a miracle with a remarkable war story. I believe that this war story can give people hope and faith in overcoming all their seemingly impossible obstacles.
Celebrate the difference you can make. Attend your local Heart Ball.
The 47th Annual Long Island Heart Ball will be held at The Garden City Hotel in Garden City, NY on Friday, May 14, 2010.