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Nights at The Hospital

Two weeks ago on Thu (9/6), my baby was started to have fever. His temperature rose with range of 37.6 – 38.1. As a precaution, I went to meet his pediatrician and she suggested to have blood test the next day, since she suspected virus as a cause.

Saturday, 11/6

His fever has went down to 36.5, but we still went for the blood test to pull dengue fever out. On the first trial, two nurses were holding his hands, while I was holding his legs. Out of surprises, my baby was so strong and he moved his arm on the process. The nurse lost his blood vessel and had to withdraw the needle – which means, they would try on the other arm! They did. This time with 3 nurses holding onto him, while I was on his head to calm him down. Thank God, they made it well. One nurse said to me: “Your son is a very strong baby”. I smiled to her and whisper to my baby, “That’s because of breastfeeding, you know”.

The result for dengue fever was negative, but his thrombosis was down to 167,000 (normal range is 150,000 – 450,000). Again, as I consulted to his pediatrician through phone call and WhatsApp (to send the picture of red spots in both arms), she suggested me to bring my baby to the hospital. We delayed the process because he was so stress after the blood taking in the morning. I tried to put him to bed at 19.30, but he was too tense and unable to sleep until 21.30. When his grandmother came at 21.45, he was into my mother and we decided to go to the hospital.

That night, 3 nurses and me were holding my son while they put the IV on him. His cry was a killer! I was about to cry with him. After IV was set, he tried to pull it off and cried for another 10-15 minutes. He was all wet with tears and sweat. When I reached him and hugged him super tightly, he finally fell asleep in two seconds.

Sunday, 12/6

The result for dengue fever came back negative and his fever was off. He had his body temperature at 36.5 for most of the time. That afternoon, he bit off the IV hose and the liquid was all over his face. Out of my panic state, I put the IV hose back unto him. Stupid decision and I regret how stupid I was. The consequence was too much. Nurses had to pull out his IV needle and move it to his right arm. They tried twice and could not find the blood vessels – yes, all 5 of the nurses. I wanted to curse at them because they did not know what they do and how it affected my baby. Finally, they decided to call a nurse from baby ward to help my baby. Finally!

You can see how professional someone is from the way they do their work. This baby ward nurse told me to keep on breastfeed my son – who was half asleep from his crying, while she was looking for the blood vessel. She then pointed out one at his left leg. She asked her colleagues why did not they do that on the first place – instead of hurting my son twice on his right arm. They replied without remorse, “Because we thought that he is an active boy, so it is safer to have the IV on his arms”.

Another crying out loud period came. I had to endure the scene. My baby was held by 6 nurses this time, while I was kissing and holding his face. He was all wet once again – for the third time that one afternoon.

Sick children

Monday, 13/6 

The appointed pediatrician came. She checked on my son in 5 seconds, quoted from the blood test that dengue fever was still negative. Still, she suggested my baby to have another blood test on Tuesday.

Out of nowhere, when I walked my baby out of his room – one GP that happened to be my neighbor walked past us. He did not see us at first, but suddenly made a maneuver and asked me on my baby. I told him everything and he said that it is NOT dengue fever. He told me all the scientific knowledge in short regarding dengue fever. He even checked my baby and shouted out: “This is measles! Bring him home. Look at how stressful he is! If the result tomorrow is still negative or his thrombosis was up or going down a little, bring him home. I assure he will be fine”.

Somehow I was relieved. But yet, another night was there awaiting us.

Tuesday, 14/6

That morning his IV was stopping because he moved a lot and somehow it got stuck. The nurses had to inject certain liquid to make it works again – according to my sister-in-law, the procedure was painful 😦 Again, my baby was crying out loud. But then the redness in his skin was showing so clear! We asked the nurse to takephotos of his body to show it to the doctor.

After 5 minutes of being quiet, two lab staff came to take his blood. I asked if they can come again later. They said that they can go now and leave the nurses to take the blood! Oh forget it – after what they did to my son the day before? Finally, I let my son to be in sweat and tears again – hoping it would end soon.

Right at 12 noon, his doctor came. She asked if the redness is still there. I said yes and shot her with a statement that it should be measles, instead of dengue fever. She said yes and released my boy. I hope she did her work better the day before! I really wish that …


Anyway, all the bad stories were there. I’ve seen that my baby is no longer a baby that I used to know. He is a different kind of baby now. He is more mature after all. As Javanese people believe, when your baby is very sick one day, believe that it is his process to be a more mature being.

I have to agree with them.

I dedicated this post to all the parents with sick children, especially the ones with chronic diseases – for their strength and never ending support and love for their children.

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Author:

Being with children turns out to be the most enjoyable time for me. In professional line, I never expected that the best lesson of life come through those little hands of children - with their purity, sincerity and truthfulness. Whenever I sit with a child, I let them lead my understanding of their world - I let their sight guide my way of looking at them. And I always coming to a new land to discover and understand. God bless them! I am a mother of a two-year old boy. His presence strengthen my calling toward children and I am hoping that a lot more hands are willing to give their best for our children - wherever they are.

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