I am going to write about the time I lost my little baby sisters and the trauma that me and my family went through. I remember this day as if it was yesterday. We were sat in the kitchen waiting for my mum, she was about to get her first scan.
We sat there me and my dad having a meaningful conversation about my schoolwork when my mum came down. I said to her. 'Mum don't you think it would be funny if the scan showed that you had twins in your tummy! ' She just laughed it off. The afternoon that she returned the scan showed that she was going to have twins.My family and me had been looking forward to the day of the twins birth, but the day that they were about to be very close to me they passed away, my sisters, my little baby sisters.
My mum had just gone into labour 4 hours ago and gave birth to twins both girls we didn't expect girls but their sex didn't seem to matter at this point, both of them being premature and one already dead in my Mothers womb, the other just hanging in there with the help of machinery of course. Therefore, if anything we still had some hope, I was still holding on to my little sister Chantell's life, still hoping and anticipating.I remember sitting in the waiting room and my Dad came out of my Mothers room and explained to us what had happened, how it was no-ones fault and the doctors tried their best, and I can remember not being able to hear my Dad properly all I could see was the room spinning and it was as if my mind had blocked out all information coming through my ear I could see my Dad's lips moving and sound coming out from it but I didn't understand a word of it. I heard mumbles and saw tears, tears that were mine and everyone else's.Then my Mum came out of her room in a wheelchair I had never seen my Mum look like the way she looked that afternoon.
They had to do an emergency caesarean because there were some difficulties and problems. She looked so frail and week she couldn't speak, she just nodded when I asked her a question. My Dad took her down to see Chantell, and when she came back up she couldn't stop crying, she wept and screamed like she didn't have no control on what was happening, and she didn't. I tried to comfort her but she just turned away and asked to be left alone.
It was our turn to go downstairs and see Chantell I went down with my brother and Auntie. When we got to the special Intensive care ward there was a smell of babies, the talcum powder smell, it made me feel like a little kid like a seven-year-old little girl. Then the beeps knocked me back into reality the beeps of heart beats the beeps that were to determine My little sister's life whether or not she was going to remain with us. I hated it and seeing her in that glass cot with all these little wires attached to her and tubes going through her nose.I could feel my knees get weak and my mind collapsing although my body was still standing my mind was not, I went into shut down mode and I could see what happened to me upstairs happening to me again. The next thing I saw was a ceiling and a light bulb, I had fainted but for that first two second's that I awoke I felt like everything was fine but then all these bad thoughts came rushing in my head and all of a sudden my heart dropped and tears were coming out of my eyes and I can still remember that moment a if it was yesterday I felt like giving my life up for chantell, my heart had been broken and there was nothing I could do about it.
So I just lay there hoping that everything bad would go away, that this was just one big nightmare and I was going to wake up any minute. We got home late that day about 3. 00 in the morning. About 12.
45pm the next day we got a call from the hospital and my Dad rushed in. At 2. 30 in the afternoon My Dad called and said that Chantell had died, she lived for 16 hours but was too small and tiny to fight. We still visit there grave at there re anniversary and they would be seven years of age.
