This year started on a wonderful note when I became a mother in February, but soon motherhood was one in which I was constantly scared of COVID.
On August 16, my dad was randomly tested at his office, where he learned that few of his colleagues were positive, but he tested negative that day. To be on the safer side, we did his RT PCR, and I was not very surprised when his report was positive. Since the time he’s back home, he’s been quarantined in his room and then we all just had to wait.
Since his symptoms were mild with fever cough, the doctor advised us to admit him as he has hypertension and is also in the critical age. Shortly afterwards we started calling because the whole family was scared and around 22:00 on 17 August the ambulance came to pick up my father.
That same evening around 12:00 I went to the laundry room and suddenly felt very weak. It became a task for me to get back from the laundry room to my bed when I crawled and I realized that I had to test the next morning as well. I had a fever but I prayed for this that it would be anything but SUITABLE for my son who was only 5 months old and just breastfed. But on August 19th I get my report. I tested positive and my first reaction was very crying, but once it was over, a series of tests started in our house.
My son who was 5 months old, along with my grandmother, aunt, 2 sisters and my husband, all tested positive in the coming week and then the real fight started.
Since my whole family tested positive, three of our members were admitted to the hospital and we all tried to run the house with our COVID, it was a big task for us.
The first day of COVID I had a very high fever with seizures and had to be extra careful to feed my child. The next day I still had a fever, but this day I had severe headaches that will not go away with painkillers, and I constantly felt very weak. On the third day I started to feel a little better with fever, but my son still has mild symptoms like cough, and the same night I became breathless, but doctors told us as long as your satiety is 95 years and higher, you should not do not worry so soon. I realized it was anxiety because COVID was so unpredictable. I lived in fear every day and disappeared with my taste and smell, it made me even more anxious, but on the 6th day it seemed like everything was getting a little better, my son had no symptoms at all and we everyone recovered themselves. tempo.
Little did I know that COVID was also a condition, and I felt fine after 14 days, but I had serious weakness for up to a month and found that I was doing basic tasks, such as caring for my child exhaustingly. But it took our family almost a month and a half to recover and become negative, and my grandmother and bua spent about 25 days in the hospital as they had pneumonia due to COVID.
After about a month and a half, we were all united under one roof, but thanks to technology, we are all digitally connected to my chachu and chachi in Mumbai who are constantly supporting us.
Although all my family members have reacted differently to COVID, it is by far one of the most unpredictable diseases I have encountered.
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