As if this was not enough of punishment for my karma, the doctors' words about the long term effects of the accident filled the rest of my living years with a darkness that I had no escape from.
They put him on extra strong pain relievers and to see how the skin responds, decided to wait for 15 days- bandaging, unbandaging, washing and cleaning his wounds every day and with every painful round of dressing, my baby's cries that are still fresh in my mind pierced the hospital walls, what to talk of this mother's feeble heart and mind. There the doctors showed little hope of recovery without surgery. After the initial line of treatment, his case was immediately transferred to the Burns Unit at Children's Hospital, Brisbane. His little arm had turned pitch black like coal. As the doctor took off his shirt, more misery unfolded as the burn on his arm got revealed. When we reached there after a while, the doctors put him straight under the shower and my brave little boy, with no place to sit, stood there quietly for 20- 25 minutes without complaining even once. Our minds had suffered the shock effect too so despite realizing how crucial each and every moment was, we rushed to the nearest hospital instead of calling the ambulance and lost the way. All the present and future seemed to crumble before me as I stood shaking and screaming like a lunatic to see that the palms of my beautiful baby's tiny hands along with some other body parts were unrecognizable with no skin. When I was told what had transpired, my body turned cold and my mind couldn't believe that this was for real and not a nightmare. Even in my wildest imagination, I wouldn't have guessed the calamity that had befallen.
It was very unusual to hear my son squealing so excruciatingly, as he had on quite a few occasions proved himself to be an exceptionally calm, brave and happy baby. I was listening to Baba's aarti when I heard the cries and screams of my son and husband outside. 2015 changed everything when my son who was 2.5 years old by then, happily went out with his dad to play in the park and came back home with third-degree burns in both his hands and left knee and 1st /2nd-degree burns on face and the right knee.
When my child was born in 2013, I took emotional refuge in him from the unpleasantness in my inside and outside world. I, a devotee of baba since 2014, was a late mother. Only HE, the Supreme father, who is there watching over us all the time can do the impossible for His children and change the course of their destinies as He did in my case.
It is a detailed account of Baba's involvement and the series of experiences that He blessed me with to keep me and my family safe from the blazing heat of our karmas. This blog is a testimony to how baba holds the hand and shows the way forward at each and every step in the most challenging situations of His devotees' life. Om Sri Ganeshaye namah.Om Sri Sai nathay namah.