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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.
International Women's Day is here once more. Some celebrated it. Some feel should not as a celebration of womanhood should be everyday. To me, these days can be served as a reminder to us. We can be preoccupied with our responsibilities, activities, our families and of life that we sometimes even forget our own birthday.
Today I reflected on the women who have impacted me. Because of these women, they inspired me to write a woman song in 2018.
Women Song sang on 8 March 2020, dedicated to all women readers here. I wrote it in 2018. There are so many women out there who made a big impact on me over the years since a teenager until today. Let me list them whom I can remember offhand:-
1) Anne Subashini - founder of The Inclusive Outdoor Classroom. I have the privilege to get to know her since drum circle days. Her passion is infectious. Her faith, her belief that there should be no division between children no matter of their backgrounds, no matter of their health conditioning is emp…
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…
looked at his pale face and frail body on the hospital bed. Lines and tubes on
his legs and neck. There was a bag at the right side with yellowish looking
water inside. The liquid was not urine but water which had to be pumped out
from his stomach cavity. It was difficult
to see someone whom you have known since young to look so weak. He had lost
weight and aged considerably. It
was the second day of Chinese New Year. My sister and I took a trip down
to Kuala Lumpur to visit relatives. We visited a cousin at the High Dependency Unit,
he had liver cancer and was complaining of diarrhea. Visiting hours were 11.30am
to 1.30am and 5.30pm to 7.30pm. We had to take turns going in as only 2 guests
at a time are allowed.
having the experience of a prolonged stay at the hospital and being immobile, I
was tongue tied. I didn’t know what to say or how to comfort him. I could
only share with him of my previous struggle at the hospital. On
our second visit before our trip back to Penang, …