My little prince…
For 4 years we waited for you and expected you,
4 years of prayers and requests until the long-awaited pregnancy arrived, and more naturally.
What joy we had, a real miracle, who would have believed it!!!
The pregnancy was not easy from the beginning, with a lot of bleeding and running to the doctors, and in the background there was always the saying "threatening miscarriage", which always accompanied me and with it the fears. And so it went day after day, week after week, month after month, until I reached week 24+5, and then due to bleeding and abdominal discomfort I went to the doctor who said in a panic: "You have a 3 and a half dilation and an abortion. Don't move and go to the hospital immediately."
The fear was terrible and so great that it took over my entire body. We arrived at the hospital and they took me straight to the delivery room in an attempt to stop the labor with magnesium, autosiven and of course Celestone and what not. I don't know if I didn't break the record for the longest time in the delivery room (over a week in total), when women come and go and I'm still there. The labor did stop and I got pregnant at the risk of hospitalization during which I went down and up to the delivery room several more times and stayed there for days in a row, when I already knew all the amazing nurses. After two and a half weeks that I managed to hold you, my little prince, against all odds, you were born at week 27, just as a gift for Rosh Hashanah in an emergency surgery under full anesthesia, weighing only one kilo. Just like a package of incredibly sweet sugar. We went through a difficult period of about two and a half months in the neonatal intensive care unit, during which there were many ups and downs, many tears flowed there and the fear of losing you, my precious child, was in the air the whole time. After being discharged from the hospital, the very next day, we returned to the hospital for intensive care and so it was again about 4 months in total, spending time with you in hospitals. It really became our home. My child, you are a true hero. I couldn't ask for more. A huge gift the Creator of the world sent me in honor of Rosh Hashanah and my birthday. A healthy and strong child as if he had not been born prematurely!
You were born on 16.9.12, the 29th of Elul, just as a year ended and a new year began. Needless to say, you spent all of Tishrei last year with us in the maternity ward and even Chanukah, which was actually supposed to be your original date of birth, with us in the hospital. Without a doubt, we were destined for a good and sweet year, because today, a year later, I can hug and kiss you, my prince, which is not something I take for granted, to remember everything we went through and to thank the Creator for our personal miracle, because as you know, Tishrei is the time for repentance and prayer, something that without a doubt we did not stop doing during that period, and our Day of Judgment, thank God, has passed. We and our child have won the Day of Judgment, we have won the trial.. They have judged us for life!!! So all that remains for me to ask and wish you, my prince, that all the years of your life will be happy and joyful and most importantly, in good health!!! Amen! And here are the holidays of Tishrei again at hand and the upcoming Rosh Hashanah, which is coming upon us, will be celebrated at home without any noise, but with songs and hymns, without fasting, but with lots of wonderful and delicious food, and most importantly, together, the whole family. Not like last year, when you were missing, but on the 14th with you, our beloved!!!!!!!
