Errk...somehow, after looking at my post list, I noticed that there was no mention of the ONLY SON's birthday in May.
Ok, this is the qada' post specially dedicated to him. Guilty. So I'll do in 2 parts
5 YEARS AGO
My 2nd baby arrived in a special way, he was forced and 'hand-delivered' by the gynae due to his weak & faint heartbeat. He came in a perfect package that weight 3.2kg on 9th May 2002. Due to his earlier condition, he had to be in the incubator and on his 3rd day, our paediatrician dropped a bomb that left me numb.
My son was born with a medical condition called tracheoesophageal fistula (TEF/TOF)whereby there is atypical connection between the esophagus (food pipe) and trachea (wind pipe). The medical team had to remove the connection to prevent food from entering the lungs, which may cause repeated episodes of pneumonia. That was a nuclear to me. But I was cool and called hubby as well as my HR (on medical coverage), not a single tears until I went back to my room and the moment the nurse touched my shoulder and said 'Sabar ye kak', that's when I broke down.
I had the worst Mother's Day that year as they wheeled him to the OT, thanx to the nurse who let me meet him at the entrance for a kiss and hug, as if he knew, he opened his eyes and looked at me, even the nurses can't handle that moment and openly cried with me.**dont cry, don't cry**
He was in there for more than 4 hours and later transferred to the NICU (Neonatal ICU) for close observation. I went there few times a day and have to fight my C-Sec pain so that I can stand next to his 'box' and touch him. He looked so fragile and weak with all those wires poking everywhere, blood flowing down from 1cm tube attached to his back and the beep beep sounds from the machines made it even worse. Every single visitor stopped by and some gave me a much needed hugs. After almost 6 days, I had to leave him there. No words can describe my feeling...I had to endure the emotional part and go to hell with the pantang. I went there almost everyday with a hope than I can breastfeed him. Not a single chance. The milk supply dried...and I cried.
After 1 week, the hospital called and asked for a breast milk to be delivered. How am I going to do that ? I've none...but Allah Maha Besar, I said my prayer and finished don't-know-how-many glasses of ANMUM and soy bean throughout the night and the next day 5oz were delivered to the NICU and I cried again.
He recovered after 18 days and I held him for the 1st time. Free of poking wires. Thank a gazillion to my family who was my pillar of strength during that trying moment. Thank you to my friends who prayed for his health. Thank you to my employer who fully borne the medical cost. Thank you to the medical team of Ampang Puteri Specialist Hospital led by Dr Amin Tai, the paediatrician surgeon and Dr Haliza, our paediatrician for giving him the best medical option. We are still a regular at APSH, though. Alhamdulillah syukur.
My boy is 5 now, even though he's plagued with a lungs related problems, many rounds of physio a.k.a tepuk/sedut, nebuliser a.k.a dragon, 24-hrs oxygen mask, warded in Hi-Dependency and tons of medications, he's now growing into a loving and cheeky boy, MY BOY though brutal if provoked.
Gambar later yek, blom sempat scan la, masa tu x dak digicam lagik...
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