Image: Courtesy of Lakshmi Bhat

We were never sure if she might walk so when she did it was a source of great joy to us. At three months she was a near death cot death. It was luck that she was found when she was. My wife understandably grabbed her in a panic and ran to a neighbour who was a nurse.

We think in hindsight her running and jolting her as she did was enough to start her breathing again.

From there it was a matter of discovery. She was a delayed child, which meant there was some brain damage, which might also mean a lack of mobility and later speech. Though her crying was hearty, to say the least.

We did all we could to stimulate her growth, encouraged her to play, to interact, to gain confidence in her mobility which we were told might never happen.

So imagine our joy when after two years of struggle she up and walked, left her mark as she went but we didn’t care our little girl was walking, and she’d proved our doctors wrong, and we couldn’t have been more pleased.

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