One by one, as they entered the room, they tried to console me as I had already been warned that my son would not live very long after his birth. Not only because of his congenital defect, but because he would have been born at only 32 weeks of gestation. I felt like the whole world was collapsing on me. The room went silent; I could only hear the beeping of all the machines I was connected to. When my son was born they rushed him to the intensive care unit. It was 3.10pm when he was born and I didn't see him until 10pm that night. He was stable now, connected to so many tubes and wires that I could barely see his little face. I was heartbroken; Now I blamed myself for this. I started to wonder: had I made the right decision? How could I be so selfish; bring someone into this world to