Kirit, Chug and Amar

This page is fifth of the set of Personal Stories of Type I babies.




Amar was born on November 26th 1995, a healthy boy with a full head of hair! Despite a few minor problems (they were minor compared with SMA) - a skin tag on his tongue and a couple of days in special care, we were overjoyed at his arrival, since he was our first, and as yet, only child, and we had waited for so long to have him. When we finally brought Amar home, the whole place was filled with happiness, joy, cards and Amar! The whole family had waited for him for so long - grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins ... I could go on...

Christmas and New Year were the best ever! Although Amar was only a month old, we felt that his presence made the whole festive season worthwhile - as if it was made for him. Even at this stage, we had no idea of what was going to happen, although we did notice that he seemed quite lethargic in his movements. It was in January 1996 that we decided to see our GP regarding Amar's movements - or to be precise, lack of it. As soon as our GP saw him, I could see his expression turn to an extremely serious look.

Our GP, Dr Smart, is a very caring and understanding doctor, and for him to have such an expression made us anxious. We went to Wexham Park Hospital immediately, and after some investigations we were told to take Amar to Hammersmith for further tests. We have to admit that our experience of Hammersmith was not a good one. Perhaps it was the way we were, or maybe it was the way that Amar was treated. Anyway, having spent hours on end there, we were finally advised that a muscle biopsy would have to be made on Amar. He had just had injections in his arms, and now it was his leg! The following week, the nurses had no choice but to give him his next set of jabs in the other leg! Bravery? He was a saint!

The second worst day of 1996 was March 1st, just two days before my birthday. We had waited six weeks for Amar's biopsy results and I was praying for the best birthday ever. It turned out to be the worst. The medical staff confirmed that Amar had SMA. I now recall why Hammersmith was an experience to forget. The consultant who had to break the news to us, mixed up Type I and III, we were led to believe that Amar had the mildest form of SMA. Only after questioning his reasoning did it his us that Amar was bracketed between Types I and II. How do you think we felt? Having spoken to other parents, who have confirmed the same type of experience, you can imagine the anger, hurt and sadness we were going through.

Amar never cried for the sake of crying. We felt even worse when we looked at him, his smiling face asking us to pick him up. Did he know? Did he hurt? We will never know, but will have to live with it. We were determined that Amar would have the best time we could imagine. However, along every avenue we explored, there appeared to be more hurdles. No one would give us travel insurance and therefore, we couldn't take Amar to Disneyland. No one around us understood the problem. There appeared to be a 'blind optimism' that he would get better. We were the guiltiest of them all, but as parents, what else could we do? He was a fighter ... with courage; at least we should emulate that. Despite all of this, Amar gave us a lot of happiness. We took him on a farmhouse cottage holiday and he loved it! We loved it! Both my wife and I were determined to give him the best, and to make sure he was happy. He even reached his first birthday, which even though he was ill, was a milestone, ... a tribute to his courage and bravery.

We never complained about the sleepless nights, possibly three hours of sleep a night on average. My wife stayed at home with Amar all day, every day, until I came home from work in the evening. He stayed with me, so I could give Kirit (my wife) a break. We were committed and got used to it, and enjoyed it, even though it was hard. We never complained. We coughed every cough for him; we wanted him to stay as well as possible.

Amar passed away on December 17th in the evening. He was with us at home and died in our arms. This was the worst day of 1996. We tried to revive him, but all in vain. He had done his time, touched everyone's heart, made grown people and children alike laugh and now cry. The whole family was devastated. If March 1st was like an exploding bomb in our faces then December 17th was the end of the world. We had never left him with anyone in his 387 days with us. We were always there, and now December 17th was the first night he was away from us, and we could do nothing about it. Why?? Why? Amar had never hurt anyone, never cried, always smiled, and never had a chance to complain. So why? Why do we yearn to hold him again? Why do I feel like wrapping him up, holding him, and running forever, never looking back? We miss him so much.

We had no problems looking after him. All we want is him. We can't and never will. All that's left are tears, photos, films and good memories. The period from March to December was filled with some anxiety; the not knowing what's going to happen next syndrome was with us every day. When would I see his last smile? - His last glance? - Gurgle? When would be the last time he plays with us? But most of all, when would be the last time I hold him? To live with these thoughts every day - anxiety! All that is left are memories and an empty house.

Finally, I would like to say one last thing. Amar was special to us, and the family, and he always will be. I'm sure there are lots of others out there who may relate to this. If not, then this is another experience for everyone to understand, and if anyone does relate to this, please don't feel alone. There are people, others, who have gone through what you may be going through. Both Kirit and I are in tears writing this.

Most of all, understanding the situation and talking to each other will help you to become stronger. Don't let anyone ruin your lives, the 'little people' are special, the 'little SMA people' are precious. Look after them and they will make sure you have a wonderful time.

Comfort

There were many useful things we discovered and used to make sure Amar remained comfortable. We have listed most of them below.

Feeding

Playtime

Practical






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