Adopting a baby in five days
“If you ever had to
adopt a baby then whom would you settle for?”
This was the question that
I posed to myself recently. Not that I had to nor wanted to adopt a child. I
have two of my own (biological ones, so my wife tells me), and they are more
than a handful.
It all started in
Karachi one fine morning while I was working in the ER. A young couple had brought
a two day old baby girl to me. The ER triage slip simply stated “baby adopted”
as the reason for coming to the ER. I had never come across that as a
presenting complaint in the ER, so my curiosity was piqued, irrespective of it
being early moments of my ER shift without adequate caffeine in the system.
It turned out that the
baby had been picked up half an hour before, from a major orphanage in Karachi.
The baby had been delivered the day before, per the orphanage staff’s speculation,
and she had then been left at the doorstep of the orphanage. Although babies
being abandoned there might have been a normal occurrence for the staff, even
contemplating that scenario was angst-ridden for me.
Anyhow, the above was
the narrative that the adoptive parents had been given. The bottom line was
that there were no pregnancy, labor and delivery records available; no
information was there as to the location of delivery, i.e. whether hospital or
home, although the latter was more likely. Furthermore, there was absolutely no
biological family history available.
Initially I had assumed
that the parents were the adoptive ones, i.e. they had adopted the child. However,
what was more fascinating, and a tad bit alarming: that they had actually not
gone through the entire process of adoption.
I was unsure as to how
to address the young couple: as adoptive or foster parents or merely as
transient custodians?
The lady likely figured
the confusion written all across my face. “Doctor Mian we have been told that
we can keep the baby for five days, have her tested and examined in any manner, but prior to that period ending we are to
make a decision…” she said in impeccable English. The young mother to be (or not
to be) let her statement trail off and she didn’t maintain eye contact as she
said the last bit.
After a few seconds of
an uncomfortable silence that had descended, the father to be (or not to be)
added, “Doctor Sahib we live in Los
Angeles. We would like to have the blood drawn now and results available within
the next two days. We don’t have enough time.”
I was tempted to ask
the couple why they were contemplating adoption in the first place, and why in
Pakistan. I didn’t inquire because the ER seemed to be a less than adequate
place for gathering such information. It also occurred to me that I could
refuse to send the blood tests on the baby as it was certainly not an emergency
case. But given the novelty of the situation (from my perspective), and the
fact that there weren’t many urgent or emergent children requiring more of my
time, I agreed to examine the baby and send her blood work.
In spite of difficulty
in remembering names, I inquire about every child’s name prior to starting a
physical examination. This time was no different.
“What’s your baby’s
name?”
“Doctor Sahib, we don’t wish to get attached to
this child within the five day period in case we have to return her”. This was all she said. Perhaps in way of explanation.
On examination, the
baby was like other normal two day old neonates that I had examined in the
past. She was vigorous, pink all over, sucking away at a pacifier. Her eyes
were a remarkable greenish-gray in color. Although babies that young are unable
to focus very well, to me it seemed like she was looking me right in the eyes.
Somehow, I felt really connected to her. It might sound irrational, but right
at that moment I realized that I was silently praying for a good future home
for her.
I forced myself to keep
on track with the couple’s request for testing her blood. A few simple
screening labs, including infectious disease-related ones, occurred to me.
Reading my mind and
perhaps disagreeing with my plan, the man took out a sheet from the folder he
was holding. “Doctor, this is the list of diseases that we would like the baby
to be tested for”.
The list comprised of
almost sixty diseases, several of which had exceedingly difficult names and
were likely very rare.
Methylmalonic or propionic
acidemia, orotic aciduria, severe combined immunodeficiency, pyruvic dehydrogenase
deficiency, familial hypercholesterolemia, and so on.
“This list is quite illogical.
We don’t have the expertise to test for most of these diseases. In fact, a lot
of these can’t even be readily tested in the US. Last I checked, we are still a
developing country”. I couldn’t control that last sarcastic bit, although I had
tried my best not to show my mounting frustration.
“Doctor, just do what
you can then”, said the baby’s male custodian.
And I did.
After the blood tests
had been sent off, the family left, and I forgot the baby soon after as the ER
became busy with genuinely critically sick kids requiring my attention.
A few days later while
reviewing laboratory reports, I came across a battery of blood tests that had
been run on a single patient. It was the baby without a name. The
identification given to her was “Baby Girl of Salma”, followed by a medical
record number. Intriguing! Although the legal process of adoption had not been
completed by then, the baby had to be identified through the potential adoptive
mother’s name, irrespective of her not wanting attachment to the child at that
stage.
Among the blood tests,
there were two different hepatitis B-related ones that were of interest to me: one
was positive and the other negative. The negative test, however, was highly
sensitive or accurate in ruling out hepatitis B in the baby.
Did the couple become
parents to the baby? Did she get named? If so, what was it? Is she really
without hepatitis B viruses in her bloodstream?
I don’t know, as I
never saw the baby nor her custodian-parents again.
If I ever had to adopt
a baby in five days would I settle for the one who’s story I told you…knowing those
blood test results?
I don’t know….perhaps I
will.
Acknowledgment: This story was first published by the Express Tribune Newspaper.
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