Day Of Discharge
17 July 2018
Each time I walked pass the room, the lady noticed me and smile. I responded the same. Today, the last day of my stay. I decided to go beyond a smile.
This time, I walked into her room. Our eyes met, our smiles to each other. Her baby in an incubator.
"Hi. I always hear your baby crying. Is she ok?"
With sad eyes, she replied, "Likely because she is hungry. She is fasting."
This was the NEC baby which I learned earlier from a nurse.
Before I introduced myself to her, there were days I kept hearing this voice which appeared to sound these words "there,there, there, there..." whenever the baby cried. It can be day. It can be night time, even during sleeping hours.
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To me, this represented how loving was that mother to her NEC afflicted baby |
We shared our babies' health condition.
I shared that whenever I hear her baby's cry, I can feel her baby's pain and suffering
"As mothers, we feel other babies' pain as well. Not just our own."
Before we parted, she said prayers for my son's well-being. I offered the same for her baby too.
As I returned to my room, I reflected. There were so many strong mothers. Courageous even. To face the reality of a sickly child is not easy. The sleepless nights. Mental and emotional exhaustion. Faces sometimes revealed the state of physical exhaustion. Despite that, a gentle smile of a strong mother always rises, like the sun at dawn.
Some part of me wanted to give a tribute to these mothers. Sometimes I did, with words of encouragement and acknowledgement for what they have done. I feel I should do more. I shall know later what to be done. For now, Patrick is my focus.
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