Atul Again

I suppose it’s high time I dedicate this blog to Atul since I can’t think beyond Atul at this point of time. A bundle has happened since the last time I blogged and I keep wondering how I manage to stay positive even after receiving the worst ever prognosis for my little angel. Guess what, my darling has come up with a new diagnosis called infantile spasms and I am using this blog to vent. It’s a very grave disorder and am trying my best to cope. I don’t want to shed a tear (atleast not in front of others). This is a letter for those who stare at my baby wondering what is wrong with him

My name is Atul, and my mom saw you looking
at me with " that look"
I'm sorry if I don't meet your expectations, but, you see I have had lots of problems already in my short life. For one thing I’m legally blind, and therefore can't look directly
at you, which is something I'd love to do. I was also born with something
they call "Infantile Spasms" which causes me to have seizures from time to time, and they always scare me so much, and make me cry, and that's why I can't walk and run like other children my age. My Mommy and Daddy, my big brother Aditya, my Grandmas and Grandpa all do lots of special things for me to help me be
"normal", so I will eventually be able to walk and run and do lots of other
things, but in the meantime, please be tolerant with me and accept me for what I am: A sweet, smart, happy baby, who does the best he can............. You see GOD isn't done with me yet.........

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HEAVEN'S VERY SPECIAL CHILD

Got it from someother blog ....just loved it.


HEAVEN'S VERY SPECIAL CHILD

A meeting was held quite far from Earth!
It's time again for another birth.
Said the Angels to the LORD above,
This Special Child will need much love.

His progress may be very slow,
Accomplishments he may not show.
And he'll require extra care
From the folks he meets down there.

He may not run or laugh or play,
His thoughts may seem quite far away,
In many ways he won't adapt,
And he'll be known as handicapped.

So let's be careful where he's sent,
We want his life to be content.
Please LORD, find the parents who
Will do a special job for you.

They will not realize right away
The leading role they're asked to play,
But with this child sent from above
Comes stronger faith and richer love.

And soon they'll know the privilege given
In caring for their gift from Heaven.
Their precious charge, so meek and mild,
Is HEAVEN'S VERY SPECIAL CHILD.

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Pun Intended

The other day I was walking with few of my friends around our apartment when one of my friends pointed to a balcony where the cloth railing had copious colored undergarments hung in a line. Fascinating to see exclusively hung underwears!!! Looks like it was an undergarment day. Wonder if they have separate baskets for sordid bras, panties, whites, non-whites etc. For the eccentric----TAKE IT EASY. Let go and get some white under wears catch some pink. Anyway the public will not notice it as long as you are not a model????
Hey, now that rings some bells. It may be a model living in that apt. Now I better control my hubby’s walk routine or still better get him into a diverse route.

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Hmmm....

Long since I updated my blog. A lot has happened, and I don’t know where to start. Last month has been chaotic and its Atul again. He has been taking us to all new places and now I can proudly claim that am an MD in pediatrics. Wonder if the MD ‘s know as much as I do. Trying to get a hold of myself but it gets beyond limit sometimes. I fancy I could write more but some feelings better be in my mind than on paper and I think I always wanted to share my good moments on this blog. Can’t help when am going through a bad phase.

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A day in Atul’s life

I woke up just about 7.30 A.M and am behind schedule as usual. Atul was fast asleep and I gaze at that angel. He is such a darling when he is sound asleep. I have a heavy head as Atul kept me busy last night as usual .He was trying his best to amuse me until 3 A.M by creating all kind of sounds and if that din’t work, he squeals at the top of his voice making sure that everyone else in the apartment is entertained as well. I felt like am going to pass out if he doesn’t stop his antics either in the form of howling or turning over and landing precisely on my face. I tried my best to put him to sleep by patting him on his back but in vain. Today I was supposed to wake up early and get everything in order by 10 A.M, so I wont be late for his speech therapy. Yes! atul is hard of hearing and subsequent to all the tests one can do under he sun, he has been detected with a hearing loss. When he was born, we thought we have landed in Paris just like the others. But, the plane took a sharp turn to ITALY instead and we are one in 1000 who have landed there. But hey, ITALY is a wonderful place. Yes, it was grief initially, denial next and now acceptance. He must be god’s gift to us since god knows that he can’t have better parents than us. He is 9 months now and after the initial hiccup, I have been trying my best to get into routine of taking him for therapies. The doc says, we are fortunate to have detected it this early, since we can get him into mainstream as early as likely. As the tale continues, I expected the driver to turn up at 10 A.M and I run down anxiously to see if he has arrived. This is the fifth time am doing that and he arrives at 10.30 A.M and I quickly pop up the usual question*why are you late* like am expecting a genuine reply. He tries to come up with a flawlessly unconvincing answer, and I have no time to pay attention to that and asked him to hurry up. I was already late . I quickly ran back to pick atul and to make things worse, he is in his best mood (squealing for more milk).”No time for that baby” we have to hurry, and this guy paces off only to reach half an hour late. The therapist has been waiting and this time am at the receiving end and I give her an equally unconvincing answer .She stares at me like she heard the dumbest excuse in the world and says “come on follow me”. I run behind her like a lamb and she takes me into this small toilet oop’s room(the size of a toilet!) Quickly I put the hearing aids in atul’s little ears and THE END. Hey begins to howl since he hates it! The therapy is OVER.

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Doctors

Renowned hospital, busy doctors, scarcity of time-India. I hope you guys got the message. Every so often, I get to wonder, how in the first place, the hospital got legendary? I assume that during its start up, they got hold of a team of high-quality docs who had all the time for the fragile patients. Word got around, the hospital got illustrious, job opportunities poured out and to desperately fill in the vacancies, many worthless ones got hired. The result - the patients are fired (in a friendly approach). We shell out out oodles to meet the ever-famous guys out there who can hardly spare 5 minutes for 500 bucks. No satisfaction guaranteed……….!!!

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