Thursday, January 21, 2010

Lost and found

It was the persistent whimper that drew my attention. It appeared to be a child’s small but persistent cry. I went out to the waiting area to investigate. The waiting room was empty but for this two year old who was sitting on the floor weeping. In my clinic I am not only the doctor but also the cook, baby sitter and bottle washer. I don’t have any receptionist or a help to manage the patients and take calls. I have over the years trained my patients to be disciplined and take their turn and I take the calls myself. Though many of my friends have found managing a practice without help tough, I have found it better this way as long as you don’t do procedures needing help. So don’t wonder how the consulting area was so empty. But for this little fellow there was not a soul in sight.

Seeing me he brightened and stopped crying but that did not solve my problem. Where did he come from? None of my neighbors have a toddler of this age and he couldn’t have trespassed into my clinic from the road. The wild thought that has some one intentionally abandoned this boy in my clinic was dismissed as unreasonable. The only conclusion that I could come to was that the couple who came in last, which was some good half an hour ago, must have forgotten the boy and gone.

Though that was the only possible explanation I could not explain how one can forget a child who is with you and leave him and go? Then, was he there when they came out? Was it possible the mother made him sit outside and came in to see me and this boy went outside to investigate my little garden around the house and was not there when the parents came out after the consultation? Yes, that seemed likely. I asked the boy with gestures, did he go out? He replied in Malayalam and his Malayalam vocabulary was better than mine and what he told me was that he needs his mother. This answer was follows by another bout of crying, this time louder.
I picked him up and tried to comfort him telling him that his mother would soon be here, His cry was even louder as obviously he did not follow what I said or he had no confidence in me. I thought some bribery would help. I took him inside and gave him a piece of chocolate. He stopped crying and for the next few minutes was occupied in gobbling up the sweet. The job done he became restless again and began asking for the mother. I took him out and stood near the gate. My curious neighbor who was passing by asked me,’ so doctor at last has one grandson’ [he knows I am too old to have a son of this age]. I had to tell him why and how this little boy was not my grandson.’ If the mother doesn’t turn up he will be yours’ was his parting and rather uncharitable remark.

We came inside and by now we had become friends and the boy was not demanding the mother having probably found a better alternative who gives him an endless supply of sweets and also doesn’t mind playing with him. My worries too faded as I was busy with him. Things thus stood when I heard loud commotion outside. That was the return of the mother who had at last realized that her son was found safe and sound.

As I had thought, when she came out, the boy was not sitting where she had parked him but was out in the garden possibly not visible. She was so preoccupied with discussing her problem with her husband that both forgot about the boy. Even strange was that from my clinic they had gone to the chemist’s and then had driven home. Only when they reached home they realized that their child had gone missing. It took some time for them to deduce that he must be with me. What a relief it was to all concerned to see this reunion.

That was the first and the last time a child has been left behind. Other objects that have been found unattended include umbrellas, ladies bags and purses, shawls, briefcases, mobile phones, foot wear, spectacles, brief cases, a dead drunk patient and once a dead patient. The latter two incidents make stories in their own right and I will tell you guys’ some other time.


Anonymous said...

An exampe of today's career oriented mother - no time for her own child which is being brought up in a creche or by the house maid.You can add this to the list of things left behind by patients,
just another object !

Anonymous said...

Hi Doc, nicely written ; enjoyed reading it although this must have been a scary episode for the family.

A similar incident occurred to my grandmother and aunt several years back, when they 'forgot' my cousin of 3 years in a bus they were travelling in within Kozhikode city (you will now wonder, what is it with us Mallus ? :-) They got off at their regular stop but in the midst of discussing the 'payasam' they had just enjoyed at a wedding they were returning from, both of them overlooked the poor girl who was seated two rows ahead, and she herself was blissfully unaware of what was happening.

Thankfully, the conductor noticed the lonely child and after three stops, halted the bus for a good 20 minutes much to the ire of the remaining passengers. You can imagine the well-deserved earful my aunt got when she arrived several minutes later to pick up her daugther !


Anonymous said...

Wow, that must have been a severe diagnosis given to make the parents forget their child...

Silent Bob