4 mornings in the hospital - Part 3

Morning 4 - Tuesday 12th January 2010

1. At 2.oo a.m. Baby Haniyya woke up crying - and wheezing. So yet another early morning trip to the Emergency Department of Hospital Putrajaya. I have a feeling that Dr Ooh - who was on duty during all three trips - must have felt like it was deja vu again and again seeing me bringing a child to the asthma bay. Only that the children are of different ages. And sizes.

2. Like Humaidi, Baby Haniyya fought against us putting the gas mask on him. But since he's still small, and this time hubby was with us, it was not as difficult as it was with Humaidi. After a while, when the dose was almost finished and the 'gas' was thinner, Baby Haniyya quit stiffening himself.

3. One dose, a calmer and back-to-normal-breathing baby, a quick check by the doctor and we were told that it was okay to return home - with a prescribed bottle of Salbutamol syrup.

4. This morning I asked Mira how often does she mop the house? She answered 3 times a week. I asked her to mop the ground floor daily - like what Yati, my previous helper used to do. That's where the kids spend most of their time in the house. And all three of them are highly allergic to dust and dust mites.

5. Admittedly - trips to the hospital is not one of the best part in being a parent. Being told that your child might be diagnosed with autism is easily one of the hardest parts in being a parent. But that's life - you just have to take both the good and the bad; and learn how to make the least of the worst, and the most of the best...

6. I thank you Allah for Your 'loans' in the form of my beautiful children, and I pray that You will grant me the strength and courage to face it all, come what may, for I believe You, Most Gracious, Most Benevolent, Most Knowledgeable, will test not a person beyond their limit...