A pregnant woman's nightmare

On a very dark night in the delivery room of a hospital, I was in the sweet wait, I was almost ready to meet my baby. From the beginning I had been told that it would be a beautiful baby girl. Excited I had already chosen her name, but when I was very close to meet her, they told me it was going to be a boy, I was only going to have a prince.

Although they had already confirmed that it was a boy, there I was on that cold stretcher waiting and wishing with all my heart that they were twins, a boy and a girl, I felt in my gut that it was so, even my huge belly confirmed it, only then my happiness would be complete. I was waiting anxiously for the moment of delivery to meet them.

Due to the delicacy of the pregnancy I asked the doctor if it could be a normal delivery and he told me "your condition is delicate and it is better to have a cesarean section immediately". For the sake of my babies I accepted and immediately they put me in the operating room. Even though I was under anesthesia I could hear everything they were saying, when the baby came out I heard him cry with all his strength and I heard the doctor shout "he was born at 3:18 am", what a thrill I felt when I heard him cry! The doctor spoke again and said to the operating room staff "wait a minute, there is still one baby left". I always knew I had two babies in my belly even though the doctor always denied it and when I heard him cry my joy was even greater, the doctor said "this is a girl and she was born at 3:22am". But the doctor gave an order that I did not expect, that they would take the baby girl outside and prepare her to give her to a couple that was waiting for her.

I got scared, I tried to scream but my voice wouldn't come out, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get up from there to save my daughter, they were my two treasures, why did they want to take one away from me? The only thing I could do was to cry silently, so the tears began to move down my cheeks. The only thing I will always remember about her, is the sound of her crying and the time she was born 3:22am.

When I woke up from the anesthesia, they took my son to meet him and I immediately asked for the child and called her by her name Liana, thinking that she would listen to me, but everyone told me that I had only had one child and that I had him there with me, I threw all the medical records that were on the desk on the floor, all the medicines that were within my reach I threw them against the wall, while from my mouth came out only these words "my son and I are not leaving here without Liana".

Quickly, the nurses came and gave me a painkiller and called the psychiatrist on duty to give a diagnosis. The psychiatrist's diagnosis was postpartum depression and indicated treatment, probably so that I would forget my daughter, but even when I was asleep I kept repeating "Liana I will find you, I promise". No one could take my child away from me, I did not trust anyone to take care of him because he could also be taken away from me. As soon as I left that place I was going to go to the police, I was not going to give up until I found my daughter, whom I never saw but I did hear the sound of her crying.

I woke up shaken from that nightmare, touched my belly and there is my baby moving it seems she is hungry, it is a mystery to know why we pregnant women dream so much, but the most mysterious thing is why those dreams feel so real. That day I cried for my daughter, I cried because I could not find her nor could I get up to help her, I cried remembering her cry and I cried for having lost her, even knowing that in my belly and protected was that one baby I have fought so hard for.