It was almost five years since Harshvardhan arrived and we had decided he would be the one and only center of our small world. So it was a surprise when I realised I was carrying again. The emotions were a mixed bag of happiness and disbelief. It was scary too as the previous experience started to haunt again. A whole new bag of what ifs started to weigh on my shoulders.
We anyway decided to bring this little bundle of joy into our life and family . I was very careful not to do anything that may harm me or the baby this time. No sweets,no running around, maintaining food timings and taking good nourishing food. Then as destiny would have it,my days of agony began.
Around the seventh month of gestation,my water broke and I lost about 90% of the amniotic fluid. I had to be admitted and the doctor decided that the baby will have to be delivered. But the huge risk that underlay bringing the baby to the outside world would be the development of its lungs would be incomplete.That would mean the baby would be prone to lung infections the moment it came out. But with no other option in sight,the baby was delivered. No sooner than he came out,he was put in the intensive care and put on drips.
I couldn`t believe I was going through all this once again.
This fellow was even tinier and I wondered how the nurse got hold of any vein at all. The condition of the baby kept deteriorating and he was diagonsed with pulmonary pneumonia. He needed a ventilator and all round observation and so in the best interest of the baby,he was shifted to a bigger facility. He was put on oxygen and drips,and it was so agonising to see his hand and feet strapped to the little NICU bed so that he wouldn`t keep removing his oxygen mask or drip set.
He was so naughty even at that tender age of 10 days!!
Gradually he started improving and he was given to us after almost 15days. But the joy of having him with us was short lived.He developed severe bronchopneumonia within a month and had to be re-admitted to the hospital. I was scared beyond words and cried my heart out.
If I was still sane,it would have to be because of the moral support from my parents and hubby and divine grace from the almighty. After what seemed like a lifetime,my baby was finally in my arms. I was determined to take such good care of him that he would never have to be sick ever again.
We named him Shubham-the auspicious one. As he grows older and stronger,he has also become naughtier and full of attitude. He is my little naughty monkey,very mischievous and yet very adorable.
We anyway decided to bring this little bundle of joy into our life and family . I was very careful not to do anything that may harm me or the baby this time. No sweets,no running around, maintaining food timings and taking good nourishing food. Then as destiny would have it,my days of agony began.
Around the seventh month of gestation,my water broke and I lost about 90% of the amniotic fluid. I had to be admitted and the doctor decided that the baby will have to be delivered. But the huge risk that underlay bringing the baby to the outside world would be the development of its lungs would be incomplete.That would mean the baby would be prone to lung infections the moment it came out. But with no other option in sight,the baby was delivered. No sooner than he came out,he was put in the intensive care and put on drips.
I couldn`t believe I was going through all this once again.
This fellow was even tinier and I wondered how the nurse got hold of any vein at all. The condition of the baby kept deteriorating and he was diagonsed with pulmonary pneumonia. He needed a ventilator and all round observation and so in the best interest of the baby,he was shifted to a bigger facility. He was put on oxygen and drips,and it was so agonising to see his hand and feet strapped to the little NICU bed so that he wouldn`t keep removing his oxygen mask or drip set.
He was so naughty even at that tender age of 10 days!!
Gradually he started improving and he was given to us after almost 15days. But the joy of having him with us was short lived.He developed severe bronchopneumonia within a month and had to be re-admitted to the hospital. I was scared beyond words and cried my heart out.
If I was still sane,it would have to be because of the moral support from my parents and hubby and divine grace from the almighty. After what seemed like a lifetime,my baby was finally in my arms. I was determined to take such good care of him that he would never have to be sick ever again.
We named him Shubham-the auspicious one. As he grows older and stronger,he has also become naughtier and full of attitude. He is my little naughty monkey,very mischievous and yet very adorable.
