I Wasn't Born Without A Heart Novels & Stories

He lay on the floor every night with a pillow tucked under his head, just staring at the crib. The baby didn’t make it. Three months in, she passed. Congenital heart defect. That’s what they said. Born with a hole in her heart that no surgery could fix in time. I almost missed that, too. I remember walking past the living room one evening and seeing a nurse in uniform holding a tiny blanket. That’s how I found out. Finn, of course, didn't take that well. He cried loud enough to shake the walls, screamed until his voice cracked, punched a hole in the hallway drywall.

I would hate it if any harm come to her as a result of my bad decision I stood up from the bed I was lying down on and dragged my foot into the bathroom to take a long warm bath, I stayed in the shower, as the water drenched my skin in its splendor, that moment I wished that some sort of miracle could happen, that I did not have to go through the pain that was going to come. I was born with congenital heart disease, mum did not discover it in time, she thought it was a regular infant sickness as she tried using herbs and other self-made drugs to try and combat the infection.

I snatched them away from him and hurled them at Leina's face as she was on her knees trying to gather up the pieces of her shattered phone. ‘‘That's the copy of our birth certificate, Leina!’’ I said while clenching my teeth together. ‘‘And it stated in there that both of us were born healthy, and free from congenital disease! Now tell me, how the hell did you have a heart surgery?’’

I replied then pressed a kiss to his forehead. However, in spite of his precociousness, Aiden had a medical condition that hindered his ability to enjoy living like a child of his age. My son was born with congenital heart disease.

My heart raced as I clutched my phone, unable to shake the harrowing thoughts of what could happen to my mother. My mother suffered from a severe heart condition. There was a hole in her heart that weakened it with each passing day. The only hope for extending her life was a heart transplant. We searched tirelessly for a donor match, but unfortunately, none could be found. We were left with no choice but to rely on her medication to keep her alive.

After a traumatic c-section and more stitches than I can count, the nurses finally introduced me to my babies: two boys and two girls - for now at least. The smallest girl, only two-thirds the size of the other babies, is not long for this world. They told me as gently as they could, but there’s no softening this kind of blow. My youngest was born with a life-threatening heart condition, and even if she somehow survives, she has no werewolf features at all. That doesn’t matter to me of course, I would love her even if she was born with two heads. Unfortunately I probably won’t have the chance to love her for very long.

Chapter 45 INIKO "Research paper about cardiac development in utero. I'm trying to understand why some babies are born with heart defects and others aren't." Cassidy glanced at me sideways. "Sarah said you have a heart condition. Is it serious?" Most people tiptoed around my heart condition, treating it like a forbidden topic. It was refreshing—if a little uncomfortable—to have someone just ask directly. "Pretty serious," I admitted. "I need a transplant, but there aren't any hearts available right now. So I just take medication and try not to do too much running or climbing or stuff like that."

However, to his despair, Helena was born with an inherited congenital heart defect that was even more serious than his own. Helena’s disease was a congenital heart disease known as the Tetralogy of Fallot. This disease represented the fact that there were four huge defects in her heart system from birth. People with this kind of disease had a mortality rate of about 50% within three years of age, and 90% of patients did not live to adulthood.

Dahil ayaw nilang basta na lamang akong atakihin. I was born having a weak heart. But despite of it, I still manage to have a normal life, unlike to those people whose in the same plate as mine. At iyon ay dahil sa tulong ng aking mga magulang. Na kahit ano pang-abutin ay walang paki-alam basta't para sa kanilang anak. Para sa akin.

"It's not in me. They checked." His hand went unconsciously to his side where one of the worst scars was. The no-fur's eyes drifted to the floor, staying there for a long minute as if he were ashamed. "I was born broken. Unable to... I cannot create life. My organs are severely underdeveloped. Without that ability, there is no magic. No connection to the source of it all. So they found other uses for me. Once they figured out that I didn't die easily." The mismatched eyes rose from the floor as he spoke, looking at King, daring him to lob more shame at the no-fur.