On December 11, 2022, our world was rocked to its core. The day began like any other Sunday, with the promise of family time and the usual routines. Our daughter, a bright-eyed 10-month-old bundle of joy, had a fever one week ago. Little did we know, this seemingly ordinary day would become a chapter in our lives we’d never forget.
As the sun rose, we embarked on our plans—a visit to the construction site of our new home followed by a gracious invitation to dinner at a friend’s house. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the day, we went to a gift shop to buy some gifts for that friend’s son, surrounded by the chatter of customers and the sound of packaging tape being torn.
In the midst of it all, our daughter’s discomfort was palpable. Sensing her unease, we searched for something to ease her anxiety. And then, she laid eyes on it—a soft, fluffy rabbit, its snowy fur beckoning to her. Without hesitation, we added it to our cart. She kept laughing every time she saw that rabbit.
As evening descended and the day drew to a close, we gathered around the dinner table, our daughter giggling with delight as she played with her newfound friend. But little did we know, the tranquility of the night would soon be shattered.

As the night wore on, I busied myself with household chores while my husband played with our daughter and her newfound furry friend. Suddenly, piercing screams shattered the tranquility of the night. Rushing to the bedroom, my heart pounding, I found our daughter lying motionless, her lips turning a worrying shade of blue. Panic set in as we realized she wasn’t breathing.

With trembling hands and frantic voices, we summoned help, our minds clouded with fear. Unable to drive, my husband’s hands shook as our landlord’s son rushed us to the hospital, our daughter’s life hanging in the balance.
Clutching our daughter tightly, I pleaded with her to wake up as we raced against time. Just moments before reaching the emergency room, a faint cough and a gasp for air brought a glimmer of hope. She was back with us, albeit weak and fragile.

Upon arrival, doctors sprang into action, conducting tests and monitoring her closely. With each passing hour, our anxiety mounted as she endured two more terrifying seizures within 24 hours. Despite extensive examinations, the cause remained elusive, leaving us grasping for answers.

In the months that followed, our daughter’s health stabilized, but the ordeal was far from over. Concerns arose about the medication she was prescribed—a necessary evil that came with its own set of challenges, hindering her development and delaying milestones.

Seeking clarity, we consulted Dr. Naveen Sankhyan, a renowned pediatric neurologist at PGI, whose expertise shed light on our predicament. Further tests, including an EEG, offered reassurance, ruling out any ongoing seizure activity.

With a sigh of relief, we finally received a diagnosis—febrile seizures. Though relieved, the experience left an indelible mark on our psyche, serving as a stark reminder of our daughter’s vulnerability.

Navigating parenthood is a journey fraught with challenges, particularly when faced with unexpected health scares. As first-time parents, we learned valuable lessons about vigilance and resilience, understanding that every child is unique and warrants individualized care.

While our ordeal may be over, our hearts go out to those grappling with similar circumstances. Remember, seeking professional guidance is paramount, and never underestimate the importance of trusting your instincts when it comes to your child’s well-being. After all, it’s better to err on the side of caution.