Born Into a World That Was Not Gentle

From the moment I was born, the world did not welcome me softly.

I entered life too small, my skin turning blue, my lungs unable to work on their own. Instead of resting in my mother’s arms, I was rushed into an incubator. Bright lights, cold air, and the constant beeping of machines became my first memories of life.

I could not cry properly.
I could not breathe freely.
I could not rest.

Doctors and nurses moved quickly around me, doing everything they could to keep me alive. I was surrounded by people, yet somehow, I felt alone. My tiny body struggled for every single breath. Every inhale was a fight. Every heartbeat was a victory I did not yet understand.

A Heart That Needed Saving

The challenges did not stop once I stabilized.

My heart was not functioning the way it should. Doctors explained that urgent surgery was necessary. I didn’t understand the words, but my body felt the urgency. Machines monitored every movement. Alarms sounded often. Rest was almost impossible.

I was so small.
So fragile.
And already fighting battles meant for no one—especially not a newborn.

Still, the doctors refused to give up on me.

A New Pain No One Expected

Then something else went wrong.

A sharp, relentless pain began in my stomach. It did not fade. Hours passed without sleep. My tiny body curled in discomfort, unable to escape the agony. Doctors ran test after test, searching for answers.

Finally, they found the cause.

Necrotizing enterocolitis—NEC.

A life-threatening condition that attacks the intestines of premature and fragile babies.

My body, already weak, now faced another crisis.

When One Surgery Was Not Enough

Doctors rushed me into surgery to save my intestines.

But during the procedure, something went wrong.

My body was punctured.
Emergency surgery followed immediately.

To keep me alive, doctors had to create a stoma—a surgically created opening that replaced part of my damaged intestines. It was not part of the plan, but without it, I would not have survived.

Pain became constant.
Recovery felt endless.
My body was exhausted, but the fight continued.

Septic Shock: The Fight for My Life

Then came the moment when everything nearly ended.

An infection spread rapidly through my body. I went into septic shock. My temperature spiked dangerously high. My tiny body shook with violent convulsions. My breathing became shallow and fast.

For a moment, it felt like I was slipping away.

Doctors acted immediately. Seven units of blood were transfused into my fragile body. Seven times, they fought to bring me back. Seven times, they refused to let my story end.

Against every expectation, I survived.

Every Breath Is a Miracle

Today, every breath I take is a miracle.

Every heartbeat is proof that I was meant to stay.

But my journey is far from over.

A Future Filled With Medical Uncertainty

My kidneys are failing.

This means ongoing treatments, constant monitoring, medications, and specialist care. It means frequent hospital visits, rehabilitation, and daily medical needs that many families never have to consider.

I will need long-term support to grow, to heal, and to live with dignity.

The physical toll is heavy—but the financial burden on my family is overwhelming.

The Hidden Cost of Survival

My parents are doing everything they can, but the costs keep rising.

Medications.
Hospital stays.
Specialist appointments.
Rehabilitation.
Medical supplies.

Every day is a balancing act between hope and exhaustion, between survival and affordability.

They are not asking for comfort.
They are asking for a chance to keep me alive.

Why I Need Your Help

This is why I am reaching out.

I need support to continue fighting.

Every donation—no matter the amount—makes a real difference. It helps pay for life-saving medications, essential treatments, rehabilitation, and the daily care that keeps me stable.

Your help is not charity.

It is a lifeline.

What Your Support Can Do

Your generosity can help me:

• Receive critical kidney medications

• Attend specialist appointments

• Continue rehabilitation to grow stronger

• Access basic medical supplies

• Live without constant fear of missing care

Each contribution gives me something priceless: time.

Time to grow.
Time to heal.
Time to live.

I Am Not Giving Up

Even after everything I have endured, I am still here.

I am still breathing.
Still fighting.
Still hoping.

I have survived things no baby ever should: invasive surgeries, severe infections, septic shock, and weeks surrounded by machines instead of comfort.

But I am not done.

My Dream Is Simple

I don’t dream of extraordinary things.

I dream of simple ones.

Running under the sun.
Feeling grass beneath my feet.
Laughing without pain.
Hugging my family without tubes and fear.

That future is possible—but only with continued support.

A Call to Action

This is more than a story.

It is a call to action.

A chance to save a life that has already beaten impossible odds.

Every donation matters.
Every share spreads hope.
Every act of kindness brings me closer to a future outside hospital walls.

My Name Is Mikołaj

I am small, but my will to live is enormous.

I am fragile, but my spirit is strong.

I am not asking for pity.
I am asking for a chance.

A chance to grow.
A chance to heal.
A chance to live.

With your help, I can continue fighting.

With your support, I can survive.

Together, we can make sure this miracle does not end here.

Because every child deserves a chance.
Because every life matters.
Because I want to see the world—and live in it.

Please help me.