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Personal Narrative Of An Incubator
Several events followed my birth, I was placed in an incubator chamber for 24 hours and my mother was recovering from her cesarean section. According to my mother, after her cesarean section she was given medication to help her sleep and let her recover. A few hours later a nurse woke her in her recovery suite to tell her that I had been placed in an incubator due to excess fluid surrounding my heart. My mom was not able to hold me for a full day after I was born and she admits that it was devastating to have to wait. Once my mother was given the opportunity to hold me, she said that there was an immediate bond, that she couldn’t put into words. A week after I was born, my mom was back in the hospital and had another surgery to remove

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