Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Zohan was rushed to the hospital, and it was like a joke!

Dec. 07, 2012

We brought Zohan to Makati Medical Center today - his first time to be brought to a hospital for an illness. He was vomitting since 1AM - he'd vomit, then nurse, fall asleep, and wake up to vomit again! By 6AM, he'd thrown up seven times (I counted!), which prompted the husband and I to take the day off from work and rush the boy to the hospital.  

Growing up in the province with our home far from the hospital, I was trained to always pack-up with the possibility of confinement in mind. So even if MMC was just a sneeze away from our place, I had a full bag with me, which freaked out my poor husband. In my head though, I was thinking of all the many possibilities that could happen to Zohan. I had to force myself to stop because I was so near to freaking out as well.

We arrived in MMC in no time, and since Zohan lacked sleep, he was especially cranky and fussy. He gave the nurses a hard time taking his temperature, weight, pulse rate, the works. 




The doctor checked on Zohan and asked us if he was having fever or diarrhea - which he hadn't. She also asked if Zohan poo'ed that day, and I told her he hadn't since yesterday. The doctor then ordered an abdominal x-ray to check if the intestines were full of fecal matters which may probably induce his vomitting. She also ordered urinalysis to rule out UTI. 

When the results came out, husband and I couldn't decide if we should laugh or what. Well, we were both relieved, because as you can probably tell, it was just Zohan's intestines failing to keep up with his appetite. Apparently, since his bowel movement had not been regular, his intestines were already full, that any additional solid intake will have to be thrown up. In short, he was constipated. I know, my folks back home were probably shaking their heads. But of course, more than anything, I was so happy and relieved that Zohan's condition was nothing serious. 

So Zohan was given laxative, and soon enough, he relieved himself. Despite him feeling and looking better, we were still advised to wait for the result of the urinalysis, which took so long! Zohan, getting bored out of his wits, tugged me to roam around the hospital, to which I obliged.

I brought him to Mary Grace's little stall and he gladly pointed to the cakes. Look at his Oopps, it wasn't me face! He didn't look constipated to me at all! Hahaha!



I got him cheese roll and ensaymada. We went back to his Tatay who was waiting at the emergency room. The three of us devoured our breakfast in our little corner. Talk about camping in.


After an hour of waiting, we were given by the hospital staff the option to just call for the result of the urinalysis, so that we can already go home. (The result turned out negative, so it's just really the "biting off more than you can chew" that brought us to the hospital for the first time.)

After billing out, Tatay had to buy medicines, so Zohan and I waited stayed at Seattle's Best in the meantime. Again, he was fascinated by the sight of food. He wanted the colored drinks but I had to turn him down. I got him an oatmeal cookie instead, which made him happy in the car on our way home.




At home, it had been a rollercoaster ride - there were times he's okay, other times he's cranky again. But by bedtime, I was so glad he's already back to the happy camper that he was. He toyed with Tatay's player and danced to his rhythmic songs of choice. When I said dance, I only meant him doing the head bang. He still remembered Gotye's Somebody that I used to know - still his favorite. 

Last picture before he dozed off. 



 Goodnight little boy! That was a good one, what you pulled off today. Your Tatay and I were laughing off how utterly expensive it was na "maki-jebs sa Makati Med!" But as I said, I'd gladly take any of this silly little illness of yours any day, but don't let it get any serious than that. 
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