I Wasn't Born Without A Heart Novels & Stories

I didn't understand what Ivan was trying to say when he said Justice but I just paid attention and drank from my coffee. "Yes justice, Layana was born healthy and in perfect condition but her brother wasn't," I drop my coffee and cut him short, "What nonsense are you spewing?" I lowered my voice because we were in public. "You should listen because I have the medical records as evidence," I nodded my head and decided to listen to everything he was going to say before I said or did anything. "The boy was born with a serious heart condition and it was diagnosed as hereditary, he would have survived with a life support machine until a donor was found but she decided to pull out Layana's heart a

He looks at his feet. "Tallulah was special, unlike any other baby. She was born with only half a heart. We had no idea until after she was born. I remember sitting there, staring at her for hours in my arms. The nurses told me I had to give her up; I couldn't though". The tears brim my eyes as they do him. "All I remember is sitting there, thinking as soon as I hand her over, she’s gone, I couldn't do that. It took Marcus, my mum everyone in the room to convince me to give up my baby girl."

He nodded subtly. “I got pregnant by accident. A night of reckless desire and weak choices. I didn’t plan it. I hated every second of it. But Ronald found out before I could erase the evidence.” Her voice wavered for a second — almost cracking. “I carried Brinda in my womb, hating every kick she gave. And when I gave birth to her…” Her jaw tightened. “She was born with a weak heart. A fragile, useless thing.” She stood up abruptly, arms wide. “What would I do with such a child?”

Natalia’s POV The doctor called me in to talk. He said my younger sibling needed surgery soon, or the heart condition might get worse. Without it, there was a high risk of death. My sibling has congenital heart disease, he was born with it. I have always been thankful that he survived this long. But now, things are getting worse. He has more frequent attacks. He is not allowed to get tired or stressed, so I never let him do chores at home.

He was born with congenital heart disease and worse, she didn’t get to see him, kiss his cheeks or breastfeed him as she dreamed. The D.N.A result she was optimistic about hoping it to be false proved the dead child was ours. Each day she stares into empty space, few times I caught her in tears other times the hurt in her eyes burn a piece of my heart so painful I leave the comfort of my mansion anywhere but here to escape the torture. I blame myself for everything, the delays maybe if I was here earlier and rushed her to the hospital but the ailment our child suffered was strange.

Too late for a termination. The baby was born with a congenital heart defect — malnourished in the womb. For his entire first year, he survived on tubes and machines. I went back to work less than a week after delivery. Not long after, I got the call that my mother had jumped from our apartment building. When I heard the news, I dropped to my knees in the middle of a crowded street and screamed Damien Ashford's name like a curse. But back at the hospital, when I looked into that incubator — when that tiny baby reached his fingers toward me, looking up at me with eyes exactly like his father's —

"Father?" I looked at Caelan. He couldn't meet my eyes. The girl stepped from the darkness. "Did you miss me?" Caelan whispered: "You're dead." She smiled. "So is she." Her finger pointed at me. The third heartbeat thundered. THUM. The girl's smile disappeared. "That's my heart." I staggered backward. "No." She walked toward me. "I was born with it." "No." "You were built around what remained." My chest burned.

Samson sneered and locked the door. Naomi could not open it, and she became increasingly alarmed. She wanted to leave! “What do you mean?” “Ms. Hamilton, do not worry. We’ll bring you to see someone,” said the assistant who was sitting in the passenger seat. “Naomi Hamilton has congenital heart disease. She dropped out of school and stayed at home after she graduated from elementary school... You were homeschooled before you got into medical school, and you had a boyfriend when you were eighteen years old. Then, your brother became famous after your surgery, and you ditched your boyfriend.”

************ *MILENA* The thrill of bringing new life into the world always stays young. I do love that side of medicine. However, that is not my calling. Mine was to try and find a compound that won't be rejected and can expand a little, so the poor child does not have to have so many operations in their little lives. It is a terrible thing for a child to be born with a heart condition, one that is only fixed by many operations until they are adults and the heart stops growing. That is where my research comes in: making reliable hearts so one does not have to wait for someone to die before they get the heart they need. By the time I was up and ready to leave for the den, no one had come hom

Swift who is seating beside her. "Sure of course dear." Mrs. Swift replies while smiling at Anna. Mrs. Swift took Anna's hands in hers and start telling her more about Vivian as she asked. "Dear….Vivian was born with a heart condition called ischemic heart disease, it's a very deadly disease in this world and because of that, she was unable to leave a normal life like any other child. She was always In pain so she never leave a normal life, even the doctors were surprised to see that she managed to make it to almost eighteen years dear because the deadly disease has no cure but it can be maintained with treatment,t and treatment and surgery she went through helped her survive all this time a