Thursday, August 11, 2005
Zara Being Ill
It was Zara's turn to be ill. I had passed on the virus to her, not sure by being near her, or by nursing her. She started just like me, a cough. We brought her to the Pediatrician on Tuesday. She was still so full of energy, trying to reach and touch all the babies, toddlers, older children in the waiting room. When it was her turn to see the Dr, she marched in (with daddy holding on to her arms helping to support her). In the middle of Tuesday night, she started running a temperature. I was awaken by her moaning in her sleep, she was as though in some kind of pain. I was worried sick, taking her temperature every 15mins, trying to sponge her or keep a cold towel on her forehead throughout the night. On Wednesday, I took the day off to look after her at Karen's place as I need Karen's maids to help out. Her temperature was a constant 38.3~38.5. She didn't want to have anything to eat, and didn't want to have any water. All she wanted was to nurse. The whole day, she was glued to my breasts. She would be sucking and when I try to sneak off to go to the toilet or go for a munch, she would wake up crying. Giving her medicine was another big challenge. She would wail and scream when we try to feed her the medicine. She would hold the medicine in her mouth and not swallow it, while screaming on top of her voice until her voice turned horse. When we try to close her mouth to force her to swallow, she screamed even louder with big drops of tears streaming down and face turning all red. After that, she would throw up, milk, medicine and everything else. My breasts sore, my muscle ache (from all the carrying), my body exhausted (from lack of sleep) and my heart broken (to see her at this state). I was so glad in the night, her temperature was back to normal. Her fever has gone. When babies fall ill, mummies suffer more than when they themselves are ill.