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The first time I held him, I couldn't believe that he was alive. His tiny body weighed just 980 grams, his chest rising and falling under the machines that were keeping him alive. It had been five years since my husband, Shekhar, and I got married. Five years filled with heartbreak.
Three miscarriages, one baby lost after just a day, and finally, my son — our fifth child — was born. I thought the worst was behind us, that our prayers had been answered. But when I saw him covered in wires and tubes in the NICU, I knew our journey wasn’t over. It was just beginning.
Our first loss happened in the second month of my pregnancy, in the first year of my marriage. The following year, I lost my second baby, in the fourth month. The third time, I carried my baby for six months before losing him. Each time, I thought I had failed as a mother, but Shekhar and I kept holding onto hope. In the fourth year, I gave birth for the first time. We thought we had won. But our baby was born too soon, and we were devastated when he left us after just one day.
When I got pregnant again last year, I was terrified
Every kick, every heartbeat on the monitor was a blessing, but also a reminder of what could go wrong. When our son was born in the seventh month, I cried tears of joy and fear. He was alive, though just barely. I had dreamed of holding him close, hearing him laugh. Instead, I found myself staring through the glass of an incubator, begging the universe not to take him away.
He has been fighting for his life since the moment he was born
He is critically ill with a severe infection and jaundice. He cannot breathe on his own and needs a machine for support. Even feeding is only possible through tubes and special nutrients. Every day is a battle for him, and we have been at his side, watching, praying, hoping. In just one month, we’ve spent over ₹12 lakhs on his treatment. We sold our gold, our land, even our bike to save him. Shekhar is a farmer, and he earns just ₹10,000 a month. We’ve borrowed from everyone we know, but it’s not enough. The doctors have told us the road ahead is long and expensive.
We are at the end of what we can do alone
I’ve stopped thinking about what our life was before, about the home we once had or the dreams we shared. Now, our only dream is for our son to survive. Every time I see him open his eyes, I believe he is fighting just as hard as we are. We need your help to save our baby. Every donation, every bit of support, is a lifeline for him.
Please, I am begging you, help us give him the chance to live. We’ve lost too much already. We can’t lose him, too.
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