The rollercoaster ride

Again a looong break from this space!! A lot has happened at Kutu's World in the mean time. It was like riding on a rollercoaster.

Ok...Here are the updates.

After the initial hurdles, kutu had finally settled down in his school. He had actually stopped crying on his way to school. It was more like a silent acceptance of the Inevitable. Anyway, school going was pretty smooth. Thats when trouble came in the form of illness. He had been having a running nose and mild cough for sometime.Then mild cough developed into severe cough and wheezing with the accompaniment of high fever. I had taken him to the paeditrician at the very beginning of all this. You see...I didn't want to go through the getting-settled-school nightmare all over again. So, I wanted to nip the cold-virus in the bud. But the doctor didn't seem to think that way. He had to wait for the cold to develop into fever and wheezing to start on the antibiotics course. So much phelgm had accumulated in his chest that it felt as if a dozen road rollers were working overtime down there. And the result....he was hospitalized. My poor baby!! :(
It broke my heart to see him lying there with an IV in his hand and a nebuliser on his nose. After a day the doctor said he was ok and we were asked to go home.

But even after a day at home, his wheezing didnt seem to reduce. This time we rushed to the paeditrician again. He meekly said that we would need to hospitalise him again but in a bigger and better hospital. Kutu by now looked like a wilted flower. Always clinging on to me and not eating or drinking anything. After running from pillar to post from one hospital to another in the middle of the night, he was admitted again. And it was when the nurses asked us to go out of the ER to give him IV that I broke down. To hear my little one screaming "amma...amma" surrounded by strangers inside a locked room and not being able to be at his side is....I dont know how to put those moments in words.

He was then given a bed in the Children's Ward in the hospital. Being put in a ward instead of a special room proved to be a blessing in disguise for him. It actually fastened his recovery. The children were allowed to move around the place. The place is a abuzz with activity always. There was even a tiny play area. So, Kutu was up on his feet really soon even though the wheezing didn't seem to be reducing. It would take something more than wheezing to keep my little brat away from a play area with a slide :). He also made the nurses in the ward a run for their lives. He would scream and bring the roof down if they come anywhere near him with his medicine or injections or nebulizer. But they were all very sweet and understanding. All in a day's work for them right?? But within a couple of days, he befriended a few and one of them even brought him a toy to play with. We were in the hospital for almost a week. We were relieved to go home at long last!!

At the end of all this my kutu had lost so much weight that he was just skin and bones. He also became such a spoilt brat...throwing tantrums at the drop of a hat...sigghhhh.....It took us a loooonnng time for us to bring back to a normal manageble state. Iam glad all that is over though! My poor little kutu went through so much.

And now two months later, Kutu is back to happily trotting and jumping his way to school and his momma darling came here and blogged about it. And of course, nowadays anybody falling sick...even if it is the dog limping on the street is told "pedikandaa...sheri aagum. Apollo Hospital pogaam". Apollo Hospital is now our favorite picnic spot!!