As most of you know, I was born premature at 24 weeks.
Later at the hospital, she was checked in and was induced into labor because of a very ill life threatening fluid infection inherent sac. Plan B was premature delivery.
As soon as delivery took place, I was intubated and put to sleep.
During the next three months, my parents visited me often and regularly recorded stories of children's books and soft songs to listen to so I could feel their presence.
One day my mom and grandma were visiting me when they noticed a group of doctors and nurses around a warming tray far from mine. When the alarms went off it wasn't until everyone was moved out of the intensive care nursery. When everyone returned there was a little bundle wrapped in a plastic bag. A baby died.
Besides that, let me tell you the real reason I wore glasses. I wore glasses because of presure on the eyes causing me not to see very well.
Long story short, the day I got engaged, I lost my glasses. Figures.
Well I hope you enjoyed the story!