"After I Lost My First Baby, I Waited Years To Have Another... And Now I'm Watching Helplessly As He Dies Too!"

When the nurse handed him to me, I had held him close, kissed his forehead, and whispered a silent thank you to the universe. I had lost my first baby in a miscarriage five years ago. Now, after years of waiting, of doctor visits, medicines, prayers, I finally had a child in my arms. My son. He was healthy, pink, and soft. For the first ten days, we were just parents... laughing, learning his cries, watching him sleep. Then one morning, I noticed the yellow in his eyes. His urine looked strange. My heart knew something wasn’t right. That’s how it began. Today, at just four months old, he needs a liver transplant to survive. His father is ready to give him part of his own liver, but we can’t afford the cost of the surgery.

We took him to a local doctor, who said it was jaundice and gave medicine. But even after 15 days, there was no change. His eyes were still yellow, and so was his urine. I asked again and again, why isn’t he getting better? The doctor referred us to a bigger hospital. That was the start of our journey. He was just two months old when the doctors told us the jaundice had damaged his liver. His food pipe was blocked too. They ran scans and did a biopsy. His condition was so severe they couldn’t even complete the surgery they had planned. They told us his liver wasn’t like other children’s, that something was missing. And then, they said we had to go somewhere else.

So we travelled. From one hospital to another, hoping someone could help. In each new place, they ran more tests, gave more instructions, and told us to go somewhere else again. By the time we reached Chennai, we had spent everything we had. My husband and I sold my wedding jewellery, the only gold we owned. People from our village helped too, out of kindness. Still, all that money is gone; used up on medicines, tests, food, and travel. And the surgery hasn’t even happened yet. The doctors say time is short. That his infection is getting worse. But we’re helpless. We have nothing left.

And now, I’m scared I won’t get to remain one. I see him lying in that hospital bed, wrapped in wires, crying weakly, and I ask the same question every day: Why us? His father is ready to donate put his own life on the line and donate his liver. He didn’t hesitate even once. He just said, “If it’ll save him, I’ll do it.” But how do we go ahead, when the cost is more than we’ve ever seen in our lives? We’ve left everything behind... our home, our work, our comfort. All we want is our baby to live.

We’ve given everything we had: our savings, our jewellery, even our pride. If everyone gives just a little, he can be saved. I waited six years for him. Please don’t let us lose him now. We don’t want to look back and say we couldn’t save him because we didn’t have the money.