Victoria and the wonder of being her mother
My name is Corina and I am a 46 years old "youngster". :)
I think my soul always knew that I will "give birth" differently to a child. My "pregnancy" lasted 7 month. In June 2005 we began the proceedings and in December 2005 my child was with us. A mop with a snub nose and big black eyes. From that moment I knew that she is my child.
"Why tie your head if you're not hurt?"
In my family, the idea of adoption was not very well seen, but my desire to become a MOTHER was so great that I was able to move mountains. Victoria Maya came to our house on December 22, 2005, when, together with my husband and my mother went to the foster mother to take our "trinket", after which we hoped to have the best Christmas of our lives. Whenever I visit her, however, the girl was always sick. I brought her home and the next day I called the pediatrician to consult her... She was very sick. What can I say? We spent the holidays in the hospital, praying to God and the Holy Virgin to heal her. She was diagnosed with hydrocephalus.
We stayed in the hospital until January 7, 2006 when she had her transfontanellar ultrasound. The diagnosis was a cruel one: transfontanelar liquid. We were going to do MRI and decided not to tell anyone about this diagnosis. To fight for her to get as much professional help as needed and wear my cross, if so God wanted. No one had the guts to tell me to quit. We fought together.
She, I and my husband.
Love always wins.
It was not easy for us as the world looked at us like at circus freaks. She had the head bose prominent and very large eyes, but we did not care.Cu much love and treatment, our daughter is now in the first grade and, ironically, does not have hydrocephalus!
She is a great kid with a great personality. She is smart. She is special to me and is my perfect baby!
Now I think that everything that had happened were just trials... if I deserved to be a mother, probably this was my "labor".