I was holding his tiny body close, so unbelievably happy to have a child of my own, when the nurses suddenly rushed in and said something was terribly wrong with him…

On 23rd June 2025, I gave birth to my first baby boy. I had waited nine long months to finally see him. Everything about my pregnancy had gone smoothly till then, regular checkups, no complications, and a safe cesarean delivery. I thought our child had arrived safely into this world.

But before I could even feed him properly for the first time, the doctors gave us the most frightening news I had ever heard.

They told us they’d noticed something strange, so they ran a few tests and found out that he had a hole in his heart and a deadly condition called Transposition of the Great Arteries (TGA). This means the main arteries of his heart are switched, making it very difficult for him to get enough oxygen in his body. 

After a short while, the doctors rushed him away to perform an emergency procedure called balloon atrial septostomy, to keep him alive. Seeing my tiny, fragile baby be operated on made me feel sick to my stomach.

The entire time he was in the operating room, my husband and I felt powerless. Our worlds had come to a standstill and all we could do was pray desperately.

“Why did this have to happen to our baby?,” my husband said with tears in his eyes.

Doctors told us that this would only be a temporary fix. To truly survive, our baby needs an Arterial Switch Operation, which is a complicated open-heart surgery. But the doctors can’t operate on him yet. He needs to become stronger and gain some weight first. 

Every single day he spends in the hospital feels like a lifetime to us. I wait by his bedside, watching the monitors and tubes, whispering to him to keep fighting.

They’re saying his treatment is going to cost INR 10,00,000.00. We knew we could never afford that.

We had moved to Chennai a year ago so that my husband could take up a data entry job. He earns ₹15,000 a month. It is not even enough to pay rent and buy groceries some months, let alone enough for an open-heart surgery. 

We’ve already spent ₹1 lakh; borrowed from friends and neighbours, and by selling whatever little gold jewellery we had left. We have no family support in this city, just each other.

At home, his cradle waits empty.

When I return from the hospital, I see the tiny clothes we had bought before his birth. I had folded them carefully, dreaming of the day I’d see him wear them. Now I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to bring him home.

We never imagined our first days of parenthood would be filled with so much fear. 

All we want is for our baby to survive this and to breathe normally, to sleep peacefully without machines around him, and to come back home with us.

My husband is doing all he can, “I won’t let our son slip away,” he says. We’ve turned to the kindness of strangers, hoping that someone out there will hear our story and help us get through this.

If you are reading this, I’m not asking for much, just a chance to see my baby live.

Please help us give our son a future.

The specifics of this case have been verified by the medical team at the concerned hospital. For any clarification on the treatment or associated costs, contact the campaign organizer or the medical team.

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The patient is currently admitted in the hospital.