What a week!phew……
It’s been a week since I rushed down from my working place in Singapore to JB after receiving a call from my wife that my 3 year old son was hospitalised due to dehydration. He was sicked for a few days and complained of stomach pains, vomitting, diarhoea and fever. Though he got better and no longer have fever after seeing two doctors earlier, his gastric flu suddenly turn worst last wednesday and he just throw out whatever he ate or drink. It was actually quite dangerous as the paediatrian urgently wanted him to be admitted and put on a drip.
It was an anxious journey for me 7 days ago while travelling back to JB and later straight to the hospital. Panic and worry thoughts kept haunting me non-stop and fearing something worst may happened. Luckily, I learnt some breathing exercise lately and that helps me to calm down, and focus my attention by talking to the cab driver, amid the palpitations I felt.
It was depressing to see that he has to endure the painful poke to his little hand for the drip which my wife told me he was screaming when the medical staffs did that. Well, it’s also sad to hear him said he’s not feeling well and having stomach pains in mandarin, with no appetite to eat.
Thank God everything’s went well in the end and he was back with energy on the 3rd day of his stayed in the hospital. A lot of prayers already poured on him from my parents, my aunt and of course, myself. Really thank God for that. He was shouting and talking loud in his usual manner and finally, doc gave us the nod for discharged, after 3 days and 2 nights stayed in the hospital.
Considering that we are only being parents for just 3 years, this was really our first big challenge and I’m sure there’s lots of challenges awaiting my wife and me…. 😉 Now, I know how hard our parents and aunts/uncles had gone by!