I was born to my parents when they were in their late 30's, I wasn't a planned baby, but never the less I was a very much wanted,my brothers were 11 and 14 and my sister was 8 at the time, my Dads mother also lived with them.
One day when I Mum was walking to relaxation classes she was knocked down by a road sweeper or grate cleaning lorry, she was 7 months pregnant with me, the driver had a blackout and lost control of the vehicle, because it was coming up behind my Mum and she was on the pavement she didn't realise she was in danger, the lorry hit her in the middle of her back forcing her under its wheel, the lorry went right over the top of her and kept going till it hit a wall.
The injuries my Mum received were great, a broken back, her pelvis was broken in several places, the carve and heel of her left leg was badly mangled and to top it all she went into labour.
Our local Hospital didn't know what to treat first so they shipped her off to the Nottingham City Hospital, where they gave her drugs to stop me being born, and rushed her down to surgery to give her a C section as I was in some distress, I was 2 months premature and weighed in at just over 4lb and was taken straight to I.C.U. and put in an incubator, whilst my Mum had her injuries treated which included plastic surgery on her leg which the Doctors at first wanted to amputate.
My Mum remained in Hospital for 3 months, while I left to be looked after by a close family friend who's children had grown up, plus they only lived across the road from our home, they brought me up as if I was theirs, writing letters to my Mum in hospital letting her know how I was, and they took me to see her from time to time, after 3 months I went to live with my Uncle and Auntie, my Mums brother, as the friends who were looking after me had a holiday planned, so I had 2 weeks there, which is where I was when my Mum came out of Hospital, so a little over 3 months later we were reunited, we were both lucky that day, were both still here, my mums back healed as did her pelvis and well her leg took a while longer, she has the scares to remind her both physically and sociologically, but I was always known as their Miracle baby.
My Miracle Birth.
This is the first letter my mums friend sent her from me.
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