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Reflections is my another column that will be featuring the stories that leave a deep impact on me.
The Little one
Room no 106 is where i am surrounded by patients in the morning hour of busy working day.I am the section in-charge of developmental pediatric unit.I see varied cases ,the little children fighting with life and society at an early age.Some stories that parents narrate to me moves me apart,but i must acknowledge hospital life has made a little hard on emotions.No matter how strong i assume myself to be i go numb to hear their side of life.
So today i am going to share about a five year old girl,her name is E,she is a case of MMC.
My student had done her initial assessment and recommended her to follow up with me for her further queries.However on her subsequent follow up i am on leave and today she walks in my room with her grandparents who smile to me with sense of relief.
As i begin her therapy,explaining the protocol and giving advises on her mobility training and planning up further ,her daadi (grandmother) said something that moved me.She tells me softly making sure that girl does not hear that there is no one to take care of her except for her and her husband.The old grandparents stood like a pillar to her.After a brief pause,she further continued Madam iska mummy papa ne isko chod diya,i was stunned,i asked further why,she continued Mummy ne doosra shadi kiya ,papa ne bhi,dono alag ho gaye,dono k ab bacchay bhi ho gaye,
mere apne bete ne humko chod diya,ab kuch contact nahi.Isko koi puchta bhi nahi.
(Her father and mother separated,left the child,both of them have got married and have their families,My own son left us with no contact since years,no body even bothers about her.
I freezed and kept looking at the child,her smile her innocence,her swift words and resistive tears.
For a moment,i dint know what to do,i kept thinking how in possible out of ways i can help this child and make difference in her life.
The grandmother continued further saying their financial condition is very bad,the area in which they stay is not safe for her.Her legs don't move,they are always worried about her and are willing to do anything for her till they are alive.
It was too difficult for me to take,i comforted that lady,took her contact number and explained her of possible things that we can do.
I explained home therapy protocol,discussed about schooling and gave next follow up.
As the The Little one waved at me,i kept looking at her,thoughts were racing down my mind.
I moved to next patient but the words of that lady echoed in my heart.
Occupational therapy has got me very close to humans and their ives.I am very glad to be a part of this profession and make a difference in someone's life.
-SSW
Reflections is my another column that will be featuring the stories that leave a deep impact on me.
The Little one
Room no 106 is where i am surrounded by patients in the morning hour of busy working day.I am the section in-charge of developmental pediatric unit.I see varied cases ,the little children fighting with life and society at an early age.Some stories that parents narrate to me moves me apart,but i must acknowledge hospital life has made a little hard on emotions.No matter how strong i assume myself to be i go numb to hear their side of life.
So today i am going to share about a five year old girl,her name is E,she is a case of MMC.
My student had done her initial assessment and recommended her to follow up with me for her further queries.However on her subsequent follow up i am on leave and today she walks in my room with her grandparents who smile to me with sense of relief.
As i begin her therapy,explaining the protocol and giving advises on her mobility training and planning up further ,her daadi (grandmother) said something that moved me.She tells me softly making sure that girl does not hear that there is no one to take care of her except for her and her husband.The old grandparents stood like a pillar to her.After a brief pause,she further continued Madam iska mummy papa ne isko chod diya,i was stunned,i asked further why,she continued Mummy ne doosra shadi kiya ,papa ne bhi,dono alag ho gaye,dono k ab bacchay bhi ho gaye,
mere apne bete ne humko chod diya,ab kuch contact nahi.Isko koi puchta bhi nahi.
(Her father and mother separated,left the child,both of them have got married and have their families,My own son left us with no contact since years,no body even bothers about her.
I freezed and kept looking at the child,her smile her innocence,her swift words and resistive tears.
For a moment,i dint know what to do,i kept thinking how in possible out of ways i can help this child and make difference in her life.
The grandmother continued further saying their financial condition is very bad,the area in which they stay is not safe for her.Her legs don't move,they are always worried about her and are willing to do anything for her till they are alive.
It was too difficult for me to take,i comforted that lady,took her contact number and explained her of possible things that we can do.
I explained home therapy protocol,discussed about schooling and gave next follow up.
As the The Little one waved at me,i kept looking at her,thoughts were racing down my mind.
I moved to next patient but the words of that lady echoed in my heart.
Occupational therapy has got me very close to humans and their ives.I am very glad to be a part of this profession and make a difference in someone's life.
-SSW
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