I am Perpetual Kimani aged 32yrs, mum to a 9 year old boy called Julian Kimani, he has Cerebral Palsy...
My pregnancy was ok until one day at 8 months pregnant as I was preparing for antenatal clinic my water broke. Luckily my elder sister was with me and we quickly rushed to hospital but they said their incubators were full,so we drove to another hospital only to be told the same thing... Since it was my first time I didn't understand what was going on,we went back home. Later the same day i started feeling some pain on my back and called my sister and we drove to another hospital again.
On arrival to hospital the doctors told me i had not lost alot of water and hours after i was induced. That was the worst pain ever... I laboured until the next day and when my boy was born,he was tired and depressed as the nurses pulled him out, My boy cried after 5mins and later was taken to the nursery since he was under weight... He weighed 1.9kg.
The prolonged labor got me exhausted too and i went off for 9 hours, my long rest even made the nurses there think i had died.
They however took good care of my child, connected feeding tubes for him until i woke and was able to breastfeed, that night I fed my baby the whole night until the next day when he was released from the nursery ready for the world..
At 2 weeks old my child was diagnosed with jaundice, he was also loosing weight and we were immediately advised to start occupation therapy...
I was depressed but couldn't acknowledge it due to the pain and naivity I had as a new mum.. Each visit I had to go,I was bombarded with new development of my baby, i lived in denial that I was not the mother of a disabled child for 2yrs.. In those 2yrs,i used to live like a zombie,wake up go for therapy stay indoors. That was my routine until one day couldn't take it and took my son and left him in a children's home but couldn't leave him behind... My son's therapist recommended a psychiatrist for me since all I did during therapy was watch as they stretched his limbs.. I went for my clinics but lucky for me never got to take the antidepressants.. I went for counseling for a whole year twice a week and after that i started embracing my boy as he is... Since that day of acceptance I vowed never to let anyone look down upon my child or me even my family knew this n stood by me all thru...
My boy has had numerous hit health wise due to his low immune but came out
victorious coz he's my champ and hero... Julian started taking anticonvulsant med at 2wks(Epillim n rivotril) which he takes until today.. if he goes a day without any,he get continuous convulsions and painful withdrawals that are not easy to watch...
We have learnt to take each day at time coz he adores nature, selfies,football and most of all loves to spend time with the grandma. He adores his little sister's and feels bad when they cry,this journey of hope has not been an easy one but we thank God for the far we've come...
Thank you and God bless
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