A night at the hospital

Last night, after vomiting and with blood coming out of Wendy’s nose, my resolve not to panic was broken. I decided we would take her to the hospital.

When we finally got to enter the pediatric room, everything was white, perhaps to give the patients and their families that feeling that everything was clean [no need to worry because they have bacteria and mold killer]. The brightness of the room might have been on purpose to give a “bright” feeling to the patient, as opposed to dark colors, which might provide a “sick” feeling.

The staff were nice and professional. Being in a pediatric room, their patience is routinely tested with kids who are uncooperative, cry nonstop, and fidget all the time! Imagine, there was a boy who came in about an hour after we did who had to be given dextrose. But he cried and fidgeted nonstop that by the time we left the hospital about 3 hours later, the needle wasn’t even in yet! Throughout the whole ordeal, the staff were patient and professional. Perhaps, they were already used to these situations.
 

  The beds in the pediatric ward could be converted to “cribs.”

Blood test? No problem! Wendy let the nurse take her blood without a fuss!

Anyway, Wendy had her urine and blood tested. I was nervous because she might not want her blood taken because of the needle. But to my great surprise, she didn’t wince, even a little! So brave! We waited for an hour and a half for the results, with Wendy saying, “Mama, bored nako” after an hour. The results showed bacteria in her urine [mild UTI], and she was given antibiotics. After, we were clear to go home.

Overall, our experience at the Asian hospital had been pleasant [I wonder why my mother didn’t choose to go to this hospital]. By the time we stepped out, I was feeling at ease that Wendy will be fine.

[I apologize for this seemingly rushed post. Had to do it while the patient is asleep!]