Many weeks and many incidents later. I finally found something compelling enough to write amidst a damn hectic life (do not doubt my processor scheduling capability, its more of a memory overflow).
By the grace of Almighty, me and my wife were blessed with a daughter last week. Provided that our first and beloved son, Amaan, had lost the 6 months long battle against his life last year, the birth of another baby was an emotional situation too overwhelming to tackle initially. Especially when it was a high risk pregnancy for my wife this time; a pregnancy where the mother and the child were threatened with life from Day 1.
What had gone wrong with my son or what we have been through the last two years is only enough to be covered in books; a few hundred lines on a web page just won’t be able to handle it. There is too much to tell, reciprocate or cherish. Indeed, there are no regrets. To keep it short & simple, my son had been administered over 1400 injections (all 3rd generation anti-biotics) over the span of six months, besides innumerous blood tests / cultures and other investigations. On the day he died, a canola was made on his head since no other space was left un-drilled on his body; and yet the last thing I remember of him, before he bid us farewell, was his un-failing smile. What a heroic courage my son possessed….
Not getting drifted away and coming back to my wife’s recent c-section, it was another nightmare. In my entire life, I had never seen such unprofessional, irresponisble and unfriendly attitude of a hospital staff. With the exception of labour room staff and my wife’s doc Dr. Luman Shiekh (a person of great calibre, heart and profession; a beautiful person to know; indeed a gift of God to all those high-risk pregnant women out there- while not forgetting her companion Dr. Asma). Where the doctor cared and pampered us both emotionally and mentally, the disrespectful treatment of the B2 ward staff actually tortured our minds & hearts. There was no sense of hygine, ruthless treatment of child and absolutely non-cooperative, aggressive staff (this excludes a few, very few exceptions).
My wife was left in severe pains, after the c-section, without proper dosage of pain killers untill the concerned physician came on round and took strict notice of it. When discharged, the doctor on duty was negligent enough not to undo the wound’s dressing, left to rot and create infections. My wife was fortunte to notice it on third day herself and notified the concerned persons who said, “Well, it’s not that big a negligence!!”. Even the removal of the dressing was done in a hurry and with highly un-professional attitude. However, a doctor on duty in labour room dept. took my number and said that some relevant person will call you and apologize for the mal-treatment that could have possibly turned into serious disorders. Let’s wait and see…
This was highly ironical given that the docs at AKUH were taking special interest in my daughter due to her sibling’s medical history. Probably that’s how they get the case studies.
My elaboration of the agonies I faced in Aga Khan University Hospital will continue. This is not to bring any bad name to the prestigious institution, but to bring to notice to the authorities what is going wrong right under their noses. I know quite a few of the influential oldies / starters of AKUh who are gems of persons and an institution in theemselves, but the tradition is dying out. In my recent most encounter, I honestly felt as if I were at some funds-deprived, neglected government hospital haunted by ghost doctors.
I wonder if they are accountable to anybody or anyone will stand up and speak…