me and my son again..the story was back at January 15th until 20th, were he admitted again to DEMC due to bad cough.the nigth before ammar cannot sleep, (as well as his parents!)rejecting his milk and feel uneasy..
i cannot wait until the morning to meet paediatrician, worrying anything bad happens to ammar..soon after we met Dr Kosyi,he said ammar has to be admitted for at least 3 days.My day-1 was not so good, coz we shared a room, and the parents of ammar's neighbour was not considering the privacy of the room.accompany their 4-months baby, (which name accidentally same as Ammar)the parents, grandma and 3-years sister of the patient, slept at one room, sharing the room with us.imagine the room that can be filled with only a patient anb one of the guardian..nows turn up to canned sardines..
i hold my breathe everytime they make noise, coz they cannot control the voices and i barely lost my patience..Night of day-3, i insist my husband to move to single bedded-room to get some privacy, as ammar neb treatment was every 2 hours that made him fuss coz he cant sleep..not enough of that he also has to go for physio treatment twice a day to suck his flam..i personnally felt pity for my son, as he had to experience such pain..
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day-4 the neb tratment starts every 3 hours so i knew ammar is getting ok..with the drip at his hand he really survived until at last at day-5, Dr.Kosyi gave us permission to discharged..
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drip at his hand.
my experienced in ward taking care of my little ammar was so eye-opening..the hospital bill was quite a number..and i tell u, it wasnt cheap..what matters to me the most is my family..and the only thing that made me strong is to be brave and always think positive way,besides pray hard to Allah..