One of the Hardest Times

A couple of months back, Sonny was hospitalized.

The longest five days of my life. Diagnosis: GASTROENTERITIS


In normal English the boy would diarrhea and vomit everything that went into his mouth. My first visit to the hospital, the doctor gave him something that did not work with him. Next day I took time off and took him back to hospital. At this point Sonny is so low, he isn't playing, eyes bulging, no tears when he cries, his skin looks like its sagging and only wants me to carry him.


Initially when we went back they diagnosed Rota-virus but I had taken him for both shots. The doctor recommended we discontinue the initial meds that had been prescribed and start on a new course of meds. I did not want to argue much with her though I told her I thought that the situation was more serious. 
As a mother when it involves your child  and its a subject you don't understand such as medicine, its better not to argue, you never know...


So despite the doctor finishing with us, Sonny and I did not make a move, when the nurse came back to tidy up I requested to see another doctor, I had nothing to lose - why go home to watch my son suffer and grow weaker in my arms? When the other doctor came half an hour later, after examining Sonny she told me something about dehydration and how dangerous it was for him given that for nearly 2days he had been losing fluid (the boy had not even gone for a short call all day). She quickly got me to sign admission forms as she and a nurse tried to look for a vein on Sonny so that they could insert the drip. Sonny is a fighter. Despite being so weak, they had to get a second nurse and I to help pin him down.


At this point tears are just rolling down my cheeks, I could not stand the amount of suffering this little boy was going through.  As they wheeled him to the children's ward and settled us in for the night (for observation) I was overwhelmed by so many emotions. 
The hardest thing any mother can go through is watch her child suffer, worst of all if there is nothing you can do about it. Sonny being a chubby boy, so getting a vein was always a problem. Throughout our stay at the hospital, he experienced a lot of pain every time there was blood in the drip or when he pulled out the needle.


Sonny and I spent 5 long nights at the hospital. I did not have medical insurance at the time, so one of my bosses at the time mobilized my work mates and with the assistance of one of my colleagues fund-raised part of the bill. 
I learnt a lot about children during that time. I also learned the value of true friends, Sonny and I got closer, and I understood the strength of a woman.

I cannot say for sure if they admitted us because they wanted to get rid of the stubborn woman. Whatever the case, the whole ordeal resulted in Sonny losing 5 kg and a great phobia for doctors.