The mother I knew was outgoing, vivacious and had studied fashion and textile at the London School of Fashion. It wasn’t the mother I knew before giving birth to my brother. I wasn’t sure why but a pastor often came to visit. This was going to take months, says the doctor. She needed further rehabilitation to come close to normal. She had panic attacks and her lungs required suctioning to remove fluids. The surgery and her physical injuries from all the machines left her with many bruises and soreness. She didn’t see much of the baby in the early weeks. The experience left my mother paralyzed with fear, had recurring nightmares, and had difficulty being a mother to my new brother. She said she saw her grandmother, and a few other relatives. My mother had suffered a near-death experience when she flatlined. All that was heard were the odd sounds of the machines.Īfter two weeks, my mother was out of the ICU but she remained warded in the hospital and had to undergo psychiatric treatment. My father had stepped out to speak with the doctor. “Look mum, I found his beautiful feather.” I was forced to speak so the tears won’t come out. I closed my eyes shut to stop them from winning. I could feel tears trying to escape from the corners of my eyes. Her mouth was opened with a tube coming out. There were tubes with blood running from packages.
There was a tube through her trachea and another through her mouth.
By now I could see all the sounds and machines were not only coming from her room, they were connected to my mother’s body. I slowly walked in still holding the white feather in my left hand. Many of them, it seems, were coming from my mother’s room. I never did.Įntering the unit, I could hear all sorts of machine sounds. How do I even explain this? So I didn’t say anything. Left alone with all the information, that night I did what a child my age would do when experiencing a degree of trauma and anxiety: I peed in bed as I slept. She’s been unconscious.”Īnd with that, my father left me once more with the neighbors and departed to Greenwich hospital. There are many machines attached to your mother and she may not recognize you. Her eyes are bloodshot and her whole body is swollen. After two pints went into your mom’s body, she had a reaction. If it weren’t for me staying with the neighbors, he would have remained at the hospital. The Llanganatis treasure is a lost Inca treasure of gold and other precious items supposedly hidden deep within the Llanganates mountain range of Ecuador. This is what my father told me when he returned from the hospital the next day.
The medium and the lost brother full#
Weighing at 3.5kg, he had a full crown of hair and when he cried, his lungs were cleared as his piercing cry could be heard on the entire floor. My baby brother was born healthy, if not big. Not fully understanding the root of the complication, my mother was rushed to the operating theater for an immediate hysterectomy. Bleeding profusely, there was blood on the floor. She had just given birth to my brother, but after cutting the umbilical cord, the bleeding wouldn’t stop. I was nine when my mother flatlined for a minute.
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