Our braveheart

The moment Mira landed on a bed in the emergency ward of Apollo First Med, she was thrilled. The state of her finger least bothered her. Apparently, she hadnt cried when it happened and it was Ash who alerted the nanny, who was in the kitchen at the time of the accident. 
Her bigger concerns were if she would get a TV in the room she stayed, that we inform 'Ashinkuttan' (which is what she calls him now) that she wont be home that day, etc. And that I neednt stand on guard at her bed, that I draw the curtains and let her remain there on her own. And when the nurse asked me to wait outside while they jabbed  the needle on the back of her palm to administer the IV line, I worried if she would cry as unlike Ash, she was not used to such hospital procedures. I was surprised when the nurse told me that she hadnt. Mira told me she felt no pain, the chill in the room bothered her more. The nurses, who insisted that she remove her clothes, took their own sweet time to provide her the hospital gown. And the ones that came were meant for an older child, and reached her ankles instead of the thigh/knee.
The plastic surgeons gave us a 50:50 chance,and said we wait 4 hrs after the last intake of food for the general anaesthesia. The anaesthetist was a Dr. Meera, who carried her in her arm into the operation theatre at 10.30 p.m.  At past 11.30, we were told we could see her in the recovery room. By the time she was shifted to the female general ward (owing to lack of rooms), it was 2 am. I snuggled on a corner of her bed while V slept on the floor in the floor below.
And when they removed the IV line and she was free to venture to the loo, she found them not clean enough for her tastes - until she discovered an Indian toilet. She instructed me that I not let anyone else use it (!) By evening she was beginning to enjoy the ward with its beautiful green curtains bustling with patients, attenders and nurses and told me that we stay there for a month - but that I not share her bed and find another bed for myself.
By night we got a semi-private room which she took an immediate dislike to as the plaster on one wall was beginning to peel and the curtains were not a healthy green but a deathly yellow. She loved the loo anyway. The next day she was her old energetic self and couldnt be kept inside the room. There was a just-born baby in the other half of the room that filled her interest. And it wasnt long before she began suspecting a baby in each slightly bulging tummy including mine. She was discharged on Sunday afternoon.
As he changed her dressing on Tuesday, her doctor told us that it was good she hadnt complained of pain right from day one.
However, she is becoming a little difficult to handle now - all the extra attention at home has got into her head. With the result that mother and daughter just could not get along by Wednesday and she wanted me to return to work at the earliest! Today and tomorrow, her dad stays at home.
When he last called me, V told me that she preferred her father sitting at home since he let her see the TV and also play with his laptop. She now wants him to leave the laptop behind everyday so she can relieve her boredom at home.