During the first week of my life, beneath my
seemingly glowing angelic skin, not everything was as normal as it appeared. As
the days passed, my skin color started turning yellow. I started regurgitating
out and turned sluggish. As if I started paying out for my past life’s sins in
eagerness; how else can one relate a childhood illness? I was examined by the
pediatrician and was diagnosed to be suffering with ‘Neonatal Jaundice’, a
condition that takes place soon after birth and is characterized by development
of deep jaundice. I was given conservative treatment at first, which included a
lot of intravenous fluids and allied medications.
My parents passed sleepless
nights on my hospital bed, as in those days infant mortality was quite high and
refractory neonatal jaundice was not a common phenomenon. Hopes were taking a
jolt and gloom was the predominant emotion in my family. It was then that my
pediatrician announced to subject me to an interventional procedure, exchange
transfusion. This is a process in which the blood is made to pass through a
machine in which the blood is filtered to thwart the toxic levels of bilirubin
and other metabolites. I was made to undergo left sided exchange transfusion
that very night; by that time my face had lost all its sheen and vitality &
I had started getting dehydrated. But then as they say ‘faith will move
mountains’, affection of my parents and competency of my doctor put me back on
the pedestal of life, with double the vigor.
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