My Milagro

I had just finished a year of medical service in the Carribean when I arrived to Virginia, USA to enjoy the rest of my pregnancy when I woke up one morning and saw my face incredibly bloated. I started to cry because I knew something was wrong. Later that night I was admitted to the hospital, with BPs of 150/110, being later diagnosed with severe preeclampsia. The Friday you were born I woke up with a terrible headache and was given every anti hypertensive, but my BP just wouldnt go down. I knew that if I had to give my life for you I would. You were delivered via emergency C section at 325 pm. Your APGAR was great and you were screaming, soo mad that you were taken out of your comfy home. I wasnt able to see you for the next couple of days because I was too delicate. I cried when the Dr told me you had to be intubated. I felt so guilty that you had to go through that experience. The next ten weeks were the most difficult in my life, but you were so strong. The biggest compliment to me was someone telling me that you got it from me. I am so blessed to have a healthy 8 MO, I am amazed by you every single day and I feel HONORED to be in your presence. I love you Mila, thank you for letting me be your mother.