Life is what you make of it, but the gift of life is NOT in your hands

Sometimes when we watch TV there are situations that we relate to. Well watching “Grey’s Anatomy” hit home for me the other day.

When you’re young you believe you’re invincible, able to achieve anything and everything. You set personal goals. I want to own a Ferrari by the age of 30, I want my dream house, travel round the world…. what ever the aspirations you can achieve them with hard work and perseverance. After all life is what you make of it.

But through life there are many experiences. Some up and some down but you move on cause these are lessons meant to mold you. Some meant to make you stronger, some to make you wiser. In my life I have been through many of these life lessons but none more trying and more moving than that of the consequences behind the birth of my second child, Nadiah.

Six and a half months into my pregnancy I suffered heavy bleeding. The blood was so heavy it was like I had been shot. The gynecologist than told me I had a low-lying placenta which was causing the bleeding and I would have to go through bed rest. Every time I would get up I would suffer bleeding and eventually the doctor, fearing a premature delivery, suggested that I go to KL General Hospital as they have the best facilities for premature babies. If I did not deliver there, and the baby had complications, it would be a lot harder to get in.

I endure approximately three weeks in the hospital until one night I felt contractions, they put me in observation, where I started to bleed heavily and then told me they had to perform a Caesarian Section to deliver the baby. The baby would be born at just a little over 7 months. Definitely premature, no guarantees as to what would happen. So in this story it is NOT my life that I was fearful for, it was the life of my child of which I had absolutely NO control over. I could do nothing but pray for her safety.

Nadiah was successfully delivered and was placed in an incubator in Pediatric ICU. Once I could walk I went downstairs to see this little child born at just 1 kg. All around her where babies with different problems, all fighting for their lives. It was a scary thought to what could happen. This is where you are helpless, no amount of money or anything that is tangible can help you, only faith and hope.

One night I went down by myself to take a look at her only to find a bunch of doctors and nurses around a baby that had turned blue, trying to revive it. I looked on in horror. One of the nurses turned around and said, “Ma’am, you baby is over there”. They had moved her without telling me. God only knows the relief that I felt but I would never forget the scene.

This story has a happy ending. Nadiah survived her ordeal and is now a bright, intelligent, beautiful 16 year old. But it taught me an important lesson. Life is NOT in our hands and that it IS a gift and NOT a given right. I was lucky that I had this experience it has taught me to give thanks to GOD everyday for the gift of Life.

“Each day’s a gift and not a given right” – If Today Was Your Last Day (Nickelback)

Peace, Love and Respect