The past few days have been very eventful and tiring for us. Here's what transpired:
Monday 13th October
William had wheezing, blocked and runny nose, difficulty in breathing and decreased appetite for the past few days. After Victoria went to school, we brought William to see the same doctor he visited two days ago. He initially diagnosed him for mild bronchiolitis, and advice us to admit him for 3D2N.
After going through the admission papers, we were led to our room, C530. There, we waited, and Hubby rushed in shortly after from his office. With him standing in, the maid and I went home to pack my clothings and Williams', tapau-ed lunch and picked Victoria up from school. Victoria spent her afternoon in the hospital room and rested.
William was put through an X ray test (the room was so cold that he shivered and his feet and palm turned pale), Ventolin and oxygen gas on a 6 hourly basis and suction of the phlegm from his nose and throat. Later in the evening, he went through a blood test. He was cheerful in between and smiled with all the nurses, but he cried when the medical team took his blood. They couldn't find his small vein and the doctor was poking him on the arm a few times before finding one. I held him throughout.
He cried the most during the suction of his nose and throat. Each therapy session last around 15minutes where the therapist uses a small tube to suck out the offending phlegm. I hugged him, as I was told, and tried my best to calm him, but deep down I felt totally helpless. Yet, this was so necessary. After the session, he was visibly breathing easier and stopped crying immediately.
Tuesday 14th October
His X ray result is out. Instead of mild bronchiolitis as the doctor had earlier suspected, he had a bad case of bronchiolitis instead, but the "good news" is that he didn't have pneumonia, and he was improving.
After so many days of difficulty in sleeping, he finally slept well and breathed easier. Last night, he could sleep so much easier than the previous few nights. I was relieved.
He went through two very uncomfortable, tearful suction today.
Wednesday 15th October
William was supposed to be discharged later today. He was active, playful the whole day and refused to sleep. It was as if he knew. I brought him around the ward, which he likes best to ease his restlessness.
When he did fall asleep, he was awaken for his suction and the ventolin gas. The doctor had earlier said that William could go home, but when I asked about his blood test result, the doctor realised that his platelet count was lower than normal. So, he was requested to go through another blood test and another night. My heart immediately dropped.
While waiting for the blood test, my tears fell. I was so looking forward to going home with my son that evening. When we walked into the treatment room, the nurses played with William. He laughed back, smiled and melted their hearts, not knowing that very soon he will be crying his own heart out.
Yes, he cried. He cried as the doctor put the needle in. He cried more as the doctor kept poking him to look for his tiny vein. My tears fell. Then the doctor decided to try the other hand. They used this thing called the "butterfly" instead, and immediately extracted blood from my son's other arm. When they've finished, I carried him back to the room. It's over, I hope. Tomorrow, we can go home, boy.
Hubby rushed over from his office. He suggested that I take the night off, go home and spend time with Victoria who was already missing me. She cried in kindy on Tuesday wanting her mummy, and was moody at night when she saw me. She kept asking me to go home with her, but I couldn't.
Tonight, I can actually go home. It's a good idea, so that I can put her to bed happy, and prepare her for her concert tomorrow morning. I've promised her earlier that mummy will be home in time to send her to school on her concert day.
So after closed to 60 hours in the hospital, I went home with my mother in law, maid and precious little girl, while Hubby spent the night with William. We left after he slept.
Thursday 16th October
William is discharged. We settled the discharge papers after noon and after getting back from Victoria's concert.
William lost the two folds on his arms from the weight lost. He has altogether gone through 13 inhalation of the ventolin and oxygen gas, 4 suctions, an X ray and 2 blood tests. There was pain and discomfort, but we thank God for his improvement and the ever caring medical team. They loved him because he was such a jovial little baby, smiling and playful.
On the day of discharge, a nurse came in to give him his last dose of ventolin and oxygen, and she insisted on carrying him as she will missed him. We're proud of him, for remaining cheerful throughout this ordeal. Besides our darling princess, his smile really encourages us.
This is the entrance to his room, where we stayed 4D3N.
Keeping himself occupied in his cot.
Two arms "poked", but still able to push himself up.
It was damn painful, y'know.
Daddy carrying me while talking on the phone.
You're a strong boy, William, and we are just glad to have you home.
3 comments:
Poor chap! Great to know that he is doing well now. He is such a brave boy.
Good to know that William's out of the hospital.
The trauma that William faced will soon be forgotten as he is still young but what you and SK went through, I guess, further strengthen you love for each other and the kids. It is all in parenting, you know. That is why when kids grow up to be unkind to their parents, the feeling is terrible.
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