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Today, I could not believe that Patrick had managed to charm one doctor, whom I always considered as having a sour-ish/frowning face. I have never seen her smile before until her encounter with Patrick today.
She noted the lighter colour of jaundice on his skin compared to the first time he was admitted. Then she discussed on the action plan for Patrick with me at home, once we are discharged.
Patrick suddenly voiced up his "opinion". This startled the doctor. I explained to her that sometimes Patrick wants to be a part of the conversation. As if on cue and as if he understood, Patrick added more of his "opinion."
Then I saw a slight twitched on her lips. As if it was starting to smile.
As our conversation continued, Patrick continued giving his opinion or two
All of a sudden, he raised his body and made attempts to stand up. I supported him with both hands. Again I explained that Patrick wanted to "take a closer look at you, doctor." I felt like a baby translator.
Finally, a real smile. She approached Patrick as he stared intently towards her way. I was not sure whether he was smiling to her as well. As I was facing his back. Her fingers gently touched Patrick's chin. Her features suddenly soften. This Patrick, how did he managed to do that??
To me this represented the smiling doctor
After the doctor's meeting in our room, I went to the pantry with Patrick. He was in the stroller waiting for me to make milk. He would cry now and then as if signaling to me..."I am hungry. Where's my milk?"
At the same time, there was a nurse pouring water into a big metal water heater. Suddenly, Patrick noticed the nurse and called out to her. She did not know and continued with her work. Again, Patrick called out to her. I alerted the nurse this time.
When Patrick noticed that the nurse was looking at him, he suddenly gave her a big smile. Until the nurse could not help but smile back in response. While I prepared his milk, Patrick was continuously flirting with the nurse. With his smiles and cooing baby talk.
The nurse was smiling more and more, enjoying Patrick's presence.
"Good mood, today, huh?"
To that, Patrick have an even bigger smile. As if in reply to her question.
Oh, my son.
I should start preparing myself...To lock up my door in case his charms attract too many ladies.
Oh yes, maybe I should start investing extra locks.
On a journey of uncertainty, confusion, chaos and emotional turbulence, that is when we turn to Faith. Some lost Faith when they did not get the answers they wanted or what they prayed for did not manifest. Some Faiths however strengthen despite the journey appearing more unknown and uncertain. To me, Faith is a personal journey. No one can tell you what you should do with your Faith. It's yours alone and not for others to dictate what it should be to their understanding. To their belief system. To their comfort zone. For God would show the ever faithful His Answer, His Direction. His Guidance. I remembered my Faith was weakened in the month of April 2018. Patrick's jaundice did not appear to be growing any better. In fact, it was steadily increasing in bilirubin. My mother questioned on why is he not getting any better. Sometimes I do not know how to answer her. How could I give her a definite answer when the doctors could not? On average, I had been sleeping 3 hours nightly bec…
The birth of Patrick changed my marriage life from the two of us to the three of us, a family. We were excited, happy, worried followed by all kind of emotions for our baby son. So many things to learn, to experience. Breastfeeding, constant thoughts on our baby's well being especially when his jaundice appeared to rise during his first month. The lacking of sleep. There were moments I observed his breathing while he slept. We were amazed by every new mannerisms that Patrick displayed. We were so charmed when he first smiled to us. I would observed how gently my husband would treat Patrick and how Patrick would looked up to him, listening to his every word.
We were enjoying ourselves as new parents until something happened in the middle of November 2017 that changed our lives forever. "There is something not right with his stools."
My sister in law remarked to me while I tiredly changed Patrick's diapers. Mentally I can be exhausted as new mothers would be. We visited my s…
When I saw Patrick's stained fingers, I observed closely it was blood. I assumed the stain came from his ears again. I observed - no wound. I checked on his arms and legs. No wounds as well. I was puzzled where the stain came from. Then I had a sudden thought - check his diapers. When I saw the bloodstain on the diapers, I panicked and called my husband to come upstairs quickly. When he reached the room, I told him Patrick is bleeding. "where?", he asked "Anus." I pointed to his diapers and then his anus stained blood. It had never happened like this before. Usually there were droplets of blood together with his stools. Even that rarely happened. "Is it starting?", my worried thoughts came. When I glanced towards my husband's face, he too have similar thoughts. "It" refer to liver damage. My husband advised me to clean up his anus. After the blood stain was cleaned, my husband took a closer look. "There is a cut near the anus hole." …