I felt like my breath had stopped. I wanted to cry. At only six months old, I was facing a cruel reality. My mother didn't love me at all. I wanted to tell her that I'd waited eighty years to be reborn, that I'd waited a long, long time to be her child. I also wanted to tell her that I was actually terrified, feeling unwell every day, but I forced myself to absorb nutrients and grow up to have a safe birth. I guessed my luck was truly bad.
The nurse came to give my mother another injection. This time, it was in my stomach. Every time I saw the needle go in, I was terrified and resisted, but for my mother, I held it in.
But now, I didn't want to hold it in. I didn't want to be your child anymore. I kicked my mother's belly and she cried out in pain.
The nurse looked at the bulging belly and felt awkward holding the needle. But Mom kept shouting, "Inject! I don't believe I can't cure this debt collector in my belly."
She even cursed the nurse, "What are you standing there for? If this baby doesn't come out, you can forget about your job as a nurse!"
No matter how hard I punched and kicked her belly, they still found a chance to give her an injection.
After the injection, I felt sleepy and my hands and feet relaxed. Mom was sweating all over and screaming in pain.
"Bianca, Bianca." Mom kept repeating that name, as if the name gave her immense courage.
Dad screamed, "Blood? You're bleeding!"
Mom was rushed to the emergency room. I felt so sleepy, as if I could die at any moment. That’s fine. I could continue to wait in line for reincarnation.
Mom, it was better not to give birth to an unloved child. I was still in your belly.
I heard from the doctors and nurses around me that Mom used her supernatural powers to keep me alive. The price she paid was bedridden until I was born and three injections a day to maintain my pregnancy.
Mom didn't care; she only cared about when I could be delivered by cesarean section. My sister's condition worsened and she needed my umbilical cord blood and bone marrow.
To ensure I could be delivered alive by cesarean section at seven months old, she began taking all kinds of supplements. Traditional medicine, bird's nest, sea cucumber—anything nutritious. I didn't like the taste. I kicked upward with all my might, successfully hitting my mother's stomach.
"Ugh." Mom vomited out the undigested nutrients.