Wednesday, 18 April 2012

Love strikes back...

Today love prepared a budding defence against the scathing article I wrote about it Last night. I'd said adieu but it wasn't going to let me go without a fight. What I'm I rambling about? I saw love today. Rather it sprung a surprise attack on me like a guy in a monkey suit suddenly jumping in front of you from the ceiling and your heart literally experiences tachycardia and your sphincters relax crowning the floor with yellow, smelly fluid, but I digress...

 We were at the wards, my pal and I . The neurosurgery ward to be precise, ward 4C. I wasn't meant to be there, we'd left our normal ward because my pal wanted to see her "baby". Her words, not mine. I was bored, curious so what the hell. We enter the paediatric unit which is painted in baby pink with little cartoon characters on the wall. Guess its to lighten the mood of both the patient and their parents, usually its the mother. (Being a mother is a vocation!) We head on over to see my pal's adopted child and I meet little Ray. Ray is busy suckling milk from a bottle with this really serene look on his face. My pal says hi and he lights up. She holds his hand and begins chatting with him whilst holding his dainty little fingers in her palm. He smiles. His smile, to put it in my pal’s words, is angelic.She can't seem to get enough of the little guy. Little Ray is four years old. He’s still too small for his age. He can’t speak and he suffered from Hydrocephalus when he was born. Hydrocephalus is a condition where the normal drainage of CSF in the brain is hindered due to certain areas of its drainage system being blocked. So it starts to accumulate in the skull causing the head to expand as the skull hasn't fully closed yet. There are areas where it can still expand. Doctor’s treat it by placing a shunt in the head which drains CSF and relieves the pressure in the brain. Once you have a shunt though, you have it for life. Little Ray did undergo the surgery years ago. However he can’t go home because his parents abandoned him here when he was only two months old. Sometimes we choose to love.

On the next bed a piercing cry emanates from under a little lesso. It startles me, so I go to take a peak. The minute I raise the lesso comes another cry and I drop that lesso  so  fast…  However the mom is right at my back meaning I have to vehemently prove my innocence over how it’s not my fault. She just smiles though, picks the baby up and we start talking. I meet little Malaika. Malaika  is two and a half months old. She’s a little brown girl with little puffy eyes, which are closed right now because she’s asleep. Her head is a bit big due to hydrocephalus too. She has this adorable little nose and mouth which will have to undergo surgery to correct the cleft lip and palate. Her upper lip didn’t fully form. She was placed for a shunt on Saturday, that’s why she’s a bit irritable due to the pain in her stitches. She’ll be fine though, in fact the hydrocephalus is reducing and her skull sutures are beginning to meet.  Her mother adores her. Malaika is her first child. She knew Malaika had hydrocephalus even before she was born but she carried the pregnancy gracefully till the doctors advised for early delivery. Malaika was also born with a hole in her heart but that closed before she even left the incubator. It was a small hole. She’s her miracle child. She brightens up as she talks about Malaika’s achievements. How she’s feisty, moves around a lot and has begun mimicking sounds. Plus she has the most amazing eyes. Her mother believes that Malaika is a very special gift from the man upstairs. I think it’s vice versa. Malaika has a true angel watching over her and loving her shamelessly. If that’s not an amazing defense portfolio from love I don’t know what is. However, I won’t change my mind love, we’re still parting ways

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