The reason why I chose this name? Read
on…
Saturday, 7 September, 2012
We were relaxing after a busy week, read busy as both of us successfully
managed to go to office on all five days(me to office and Jiya to office
creche).
J went for his football practice early morning. Generously, I gave him a
cup of tea and a small breakfast and again both of us went back to sleep
together. Woke up again at 9 am and started playing around. Jiya was hungry,
so I decided to make oats for her. If alone, she is like a siren which went
berserk, she’ll simply cry but surely without a single tear.
So I carried her while cooking, bad decision. As soon as I removed the
cooking vessel from the stove, she put her hand in it. The whole palm was
burning, all red and swollen. Immediately I kept her hand immersed in water.
But she was going on crying and writhing in pain for the next 2 hours.
By that time, J returned home with a knee injury, to be welcomed by the
crying twins – me and Jiya. He did not know what to do; he was cursing himself
that he went out. He did not even get time to look
at his wound or attend to it.
After long hours of crying, she finally slept in my arms while applied
medicine. When she woke up, she was quite normal until she saw the blisters on
her hand. She started crying again. But my brave girl recovered faster than I
thought. J too got his wound medicated.
Sunday, 8 September, 2012
This Sunday I wanted to go to church, which is a luxury post-baby. But
due to the previous day’s burning session, we decided to stay at home while J
attends church on our behalf too. Jiya started showing symptoms of fever. All
the pain and crying bothered her so much that her body temperature rose. Calpol
drops, every 6 hours and wet cloth on forehead, the routine started.
Can we go to office tomorrow? I don’t think so…
Monday, 9 September, 2012
Jiya and me at home, taking rest and worrying about office too. Fever
subsiding…
Tuesday, 10 September, 2012
No fever, Jiya is perfectly fine and back to all
her mischievousness. Her hand is also recovering fast with no more
blisters to be seen. We got ready for office and loaded ourselves onto our
bike, Pulsar 180 and started for office, which is just 3km from home.
Tragedy strikes again. Halfway through, I felt as if I’m being pulled
off. Before I even knew it, my duppatta got caught in the bike’s tyre ripping skin
off my neck. J hit the brakes and we got down to find no trace of the duppatta
anywhere. The entire cloth got pulled inside the chain case of the back tyre.
And the right side of my neck had very little epidermis left. The bike was not
running properly and so J removed the case; he is always ready for an
emergency. He removed the duppatta and threw it off.
Though the wound was burning, it was not bleeding. So we went to office
where I dropped Jiya at her creche and then went to the nearby hospital to get
the wound dressed. The doc said it is nothing serious, just skin abrasion.
It is indeed God’s grace that I did not fall off the bike even though
the pulling force was too much; if I had fallen, Jiya would have fallen
along. God forbid, nothing like that should happen to anyone, for that matter.
All wounds are healing fast. I hope the dark cloud which was looming
over my family has moved away. God save us all!
"And lead us not into temptation.
but deliver us from evil."