Mommy Moments: Doctor, Doctor Am I Sick?

November 8 - 11, 2008 were the days when, as a Mom, my faith was tested to the limits. These were the days when Asher, at 8 months old, got confined in the hospital due to bronchial asthma. Few weeks earlier, he contracted a stubborn cough that went on for weeks. Later, he didn't have the appetite to eat nor drink his milk from me. And actually, that also worried his Pediatrician that he ordered for his immediate admission since he was passing out watery poos, vomiting then doesn't drink milk. He needed to be kept hydrated, thus, the IV. Further he needed a more intense nebular treatment.

Here's an excerpt of the blog post I made about this experience:

The IV insertion was the moment that I dreaded the most. It was the most difficult and if I may add, traumatic part for me. I mustered all my guts to see and be with Asher while the doctor inserted the IV on him. He was "wrapped" helplessly with a blanket (to control his expected rowdiness and reaction) then afterwards, he was shrieking and bawling as soon as a needle poked him. To make matter worse, the first attempt on his left foot was unsuccessful (it wasn't placed in the arms because they can't locate a nice vein to insert to) so they had to poke and try again on the other foot. It's really a heartbreaking experience seeing him in pain. I was hugging him and touching his face all throughout this ordeal, whispering words of love and comfort. The husband, who's as shabby as I was, went to a corner and tried to avoid the whole scene. I told him later that he has to be strong because Asher could feel his weakness, all the more it'd be difficult for him. The husband perhaps realized what I said and he stood beside us and joined me in consoling Asher who was still shrieking because it took some time before the whole IV thing got settled.

I bet everyone will agree that it's such a heartbreaking experience to witness your child suffering and crying for help and the least you can do is just hush, embrace and assure him that everything will be alright. As we went through this ordeal, I realized that it's really tough being a parent and the only armor you have is to anchor deep your faith in Him.