A WALK WITH GOD

Part 3: Its Effect to My Family

Being born this way was not a problem for me at all since I knew nothing about it yet but to my family, especially to my parents, my condition(/s) caused a physical, emotional, financial, and even spiritual crisis. My mother was the most affected member in the family. She was the one who gave birth to me so she was physically exhausted. My father, if you are wondering, was in his flight all the way from Saudi Arabia with a little amount of money to where I was born so he was most probably physically tired, financially unstable, and has a mind full of worries as to where would he get money for the baby.

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TIME SKIP

When my father reached the hospital, the doctor assigned to assist my mother in giving birth to me called my parents and told them about my condition and the amount of money needed for the operation. After the conversation with the doctor, my parents talked to each other about what they need to do.

Mother: What to do now?
Father: I only have Php 2,000 at hand. But it's not enough.
Mother: *cries and prays* Lord, *sniffs* if she won't survive, allow us to just live together in your Kingdom.

FEW MOMENTS LATER

My family's friends that actually became my godfathers and godmothers came at the cashier of the hospital without my parents' knowledge and they paid, one by one, to help me get operated.

Few hours after, I was operated and a VP shunt was placed on my body through a part of my head down to the upper right part of my abdomen, to the lower part of my back where the myelomeningocele was ruptured and finally, to the urinary tract where we pass our urine out. The shunt was the instrument for the fluids in my head to go directly to my urinary tract. This caused my head to deflate little by little.
According to my mother, I was so heavy for her to carry and on the other hand, her body can't produce milk so I can't breastfeed in her. My aunt did what my mom supposed to do. From the day I was born until I was around 2 years of age, I feed myself through my aunt's (mother's sister) breasts. I have become my aunt's sixth child (she has 4 boys, 1 girl + me).