A Healthy Freedom...

Haa…it’s been a tough week…going through some real tension and pressure…uneasiness gulped me up the past few days…enveloped in an uncertainty… due to a feeling of not knowing anything…Yeah, the days really made me tired…had no time for the head ache…or rather, the headache was always there, but there were more serious issues to be tackled…so the presence was not given value….uhmm…really…its absolutely true when I say… “The illness of your loved ones can wash off any amount of your illness…” and especially if he is your blood…your own baby...Your Son…

Yes, all this while, I have been telling about my mother, my father, my brother….Never did I mention about my dear son…maybe because I didn’t wanted to bring him into the story of my Past…I wanted to cross all those past stories and then come to the Story of Present…The present tense with my son….My dear little Rascal…

An unexpected turn of events was what I witnessed last week…One day he was absolutely well and the next day I am sitting beside him at the hospital in the Intensive Care Unit…I didn’t have any idea how it happened or why… just knew that my little sweet heart was absolutely sick…

When my mom called me at office in the afternoon and told me he doesn’t seem OK, I assumed… “Maybe a bad nose block…like me, he too had a bad nose…” … I took my own sweet time to leave office and reach home…One look at his face and I had to curse my damn assumption…I could see him right in front of me trying hard to inhale a decent amount of air…He wasn’t crying, but he was giving out a weeping murmur…which made me sick…

I had to literally carry him and rush to the car and sped my way through the busy road…Cursed every single vehicle that came in front of me and Yelled at the heavy traffic block…Wished I could get hold of one of those Police cars and take my son to the safety of a Hospital…after much of harrow I ran into the doctor’s consulting room…he didn’t waste his time to have a proper consultation…just a look at my son’s breathing pattern was more than enough for him…

After a set of Nebulisation, he knew it was not enough…Next moment I saw him yelling at the nurse for not having ICU bed ready for the baby…Tears filled my eyes and so I couldn’t see where I was walking to…I just followed the nurse…hugging on to my son against my chest…I could feel his chest pumping up hard against my chest…He was wheezing in the most scariest way...I hated myself for not leaving early from office to take him to the doctor…

Soon, he was in the ICU bed…with all sorts of tubes and wires and oxygen masks on him…Poor boy…he didn’t even cry when the nurses injected him a number of times…because the pain he was going through otherwise was much worse…I lie near him hugging him…I knew, he was scared…I too was…but gave him all assurance…"Mamma is there with you, baby…."

Anyways, that is past now…its been 7 days now…Thanks to the almighty and the doctors and the nurses at the hospital for their care and concern...He was discharged yesterday…and, now all is well…or rather my dear baby is absolutely fine and on the best of his spirits…Doctors advised for rest…but that could be the last thing that he could be following at this moment of his spirits…

After all, what can a 2 year old know, when we tell him to take rest….how can I explain to him how sick he was…how can I tell him… “Baby, you had a infection in your blood…and that caused your Breathing tubes to get tightened and narrowed and thereby restricting oxygen intake….which inturn caused Lack of Oxygen into the Heart and thereby raised the Heart & Pulse rate…and that is absolutely serious…So, please take rest till you are absolutely recovered…” ….He is going to just stare at my face as if I just said some funny crazy story…

For him, he just had independence…Freedom from the hospital bed…Freedom from the Oxygen mask…Freedom from the IV fluid and the tubes and injections…Freedom from the wires from all sort of medical equipments…Freedom to run around and not stay in the bed 24/7…Freedom to do whatever he want…Freedom to do the most craziest thing he could…Freedom to pull down the dishes over his head…Freedom to switch off the lights and drag the pillows to the floor…

Frankly speaking…He was lost…He couldn’t imagine what he wanted to do…He’s bashing into anything and everything and making us crazy running behind him…threatening him that we will put him back into the hospital bed for the injection….lol!!!

As family and friends called to check how is he doing…my one line could explain everything…uhmm...it might sound strange for comparing my sweetheart like that that...but then, it matched so much to his present spirits...I just said...

“Oh, What to say…He has washed off his illness and right now is enjoying his freedom…Just like a Dog who was let free from his kennel after days …”