Just right after Christmas day, I had to bring my son to the doctor due to a high grade fever. I was only planning to have him checked at an outpatient department because I thought that it was just a mild condition and that he(my son) can recuperate with just take home medication.
While waiting for our turn to be checked by the pediatrician, my son started to look weak and his fever wasn’t subsiding despite the Paracetamol I gave him. It was when he started vomiting that I finally decided to bring him to the emergency room and opted for his admission. And so he was admitted, admitting diagnosis: Bronchopneumonia. Good thing the nurse didn’t have difficulty looking for an IV access, he only did it with one stick.
It was December 26th and we were at the hospital instead of enjoying the holiday at home. But not a single regret did I feel in having my son admitted in a hospital. I cannot be more at ease, knowing that my son is being hydrated, treated with antibiotics, closely monitored by nurses with doctors ready available when needed.
Day 2 was okay, my son’s fever was no longer noted. On day 3, the doctor decided to send us home. We were ready to go home, I already packed our things and I was about to pay our bill when he again had a fever. I was then hesitant to bring him home and asked the doctor to have my son reassessed for discharge. As expected the discharge order was held.
Day4 was the scariest part. The doctor told me that he was hearing some heart murmurs (abnormal sounds of the heart). Although he somehow pacified me that those murmurs were probably due to his illness, he called it physiologic murmurs and is nothing to be worried about. Still I couldn’t help but feel scared of the possibility that my son has a hole in his heart. God forbid.
Even if I was quite confident that it was just physiologic, maybe because I always felt God’s presence with us since day 1, and that I knew that He wouldn’t allow that to happen to my son. Still, I had to have a concrete evidence that it was really so. That is why when the doctor recommended a 2Decho, I immediately said lets do it.
Praise God the 2Decho result was normal. It made us all at ease. It was on December 31st that the doctor finally made a discharge order. And so I immediately arranged for our bill and had it settled right away.
As planned, from the hospital we traveled to General Santos City, to my parents home to witness new year’s eve, the Gensan way! We had a great reason to celebrate and thank the Lord for. My son was finally well and we were able to witness fireworks display again since they banned fireworks some 10 years ago in the city where we live. A reunion with my family only happens once in a while so we savored every moment together.
Thank You God for a Blessed Christmas and an awesome new year!
My son’s admission in the hospital was a learning experience. It made us value good health and time together.