Week 7

A baby’s wail echoes across the hospital . I wonder why it is that I can hear the same cry around the same time every day. It’s haunting  but I am not scared. They are just babies and this is just a hospital where the sick come to be healed. There’s so much space here, every cry is amplified a thousand times wafting in at their own will if you keep the windows open.

There’s a baby next door who’s undergone multiple surgeries. The dressings of her wounds are clinging to her head and her belly. Her father, a small gaunt man, not older than me I’d think,  carries her around , walking about, to entertain her. We sometimes sit in the lobby area looking out at Colombo, with it’s smoky atmosphere and the cluttered landscape. So-many-buildings! The baby looks at me, and my phone, undoubtedly liking the striking yellow color of it. I extend it to her, and she stares at me. She has wide clear eyes, her shaved head is bit too large for her tiny body. She has such a lovely smile. She scrutinizes my face and I wonder if she thinks I am ugly. A female doctor walks over to the baby and smiles but at the very sight of the doctor, the baby’s smile dies on her lips. She looks at her father who’s clearly distressed but he’s talking in subdued tones with the doctor. The baby wouldn’t let the good doctor touch her , no not one bit. 

“Another time”. The doctor smiles. “When she’s more distracted” . 

I walk back into the room where my mother’s sleeping, hoping to upload my 365. 

43/365 12/02/2014 The view from our hospital room.

43/365
12/02/2014
The view from our hospital room.

44/365 13/02/2014 Amma is prepped for surgery

44/365
13/02/2014
Amma is prepped for surgery

45/365 14/02/2014 Post surgery.  We've had some good news and had to come home. I made some plain tea and left the others to their game to nap.

45/365
14/02/2014
Post surgery.
We’ve had some good news and had to come home. I made some plain tea and left the others to their game to nap.

46/365 15/02/2014 The useless sign.

46/365
15/02/2014
The useless sign.

47/365 16/02/2014 Third world problems.

47/365
16/02/2014
Third world problems.

48/365 17/02/2014 Like old friends. Amma's getting her dose of physiotherapy.

48/365
17/02/2014
Like old friends.
Amma’s getting her dose of physiotherapy.

49/365 18/02/2014 Her scars are my scars.

49/365
18/02/2014
Her scars are my scars.

 

 

 

 

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