Jill Writes

With a high fever and a little girl who refused all meds and refused to be sponged, I was worried. Thankfully, the fever broke yesterday. Even then, she still refused the meds and refused all fluids too. By yesterday she’s been having diarrhea for 4 days and was crying a lot during the day. Concerned, I took her to the Paed again in the evening.

Immediately, she was put on drip It took 4 nurses to hold her down. She was screaming through the whole time from the moment she saw the doc till her papa arrived, which was probably slightly short of an hour. In her desperation she even screamed “mama” several times. If you don’t know this, she doesn’t ‘call’ me. She only calls “papa” and OCCASIONALLY, she’ll call ‘mem mee’ if you pester her enough to do  so. But no, never did she say ‘mama’ on her own, not till now. My heart broke. Her tears were streaming down her face and she was looking at me with a “HELP ME” expression, mixed with the “why did you bring me here for them to do this to me?!” face. My heart broke again.

In the whole 29 years of my life, I’ve never been put on a drip. Here’s my baby, short of 4 months to being 2, was lying there with a noodle poking up her palm. So pitiful.

So I held her in my arms while she screamed. The papa arrived and fed her with banana and a slice of cake. The papa entertained her and made her laugh while I held on to both her arms so she  wouldn’t trash and wouldn’t pull the needle or tube out. Slowly she was smiling and laughing. She poo’ed, and they took the diaper to the lab for tests. They added a dose of antibiotics into her body too.

After 6 hours we were finally home and she was finally asleep, tired out from all the exhaustion. At least she took 1.5 bottles of milk in the night. I had my first meal for the day.

It’s 9.08am now. We’ll be at the doc’s again at 11am for another dose of drip. I’ll be seeing the replay of last night’s trauma again. Say a little pray for her, will you?

Btw, she’s losing weight!!