The emergency room doctor last night wanted to rule out appendicitis – seriously there are some crazy twin stories out there, this one would have been too much for me.
Not sure if we can get out today, the paediatrician can’t pinpoint the issue, and it was quite the painful bacterial, gastro issue.
Leila and Rahul made sure that we’d be staying with them all night. At least twenty times. In the same room. And right before falling asleep L asked me why we left them
In the hospital every night when they were babies. Why didn’t I stay with them? She was sad that we left. And why did the doctors and nurses in HK not allow us to stay with them. It’s not fair.
I sang them the Brassens song that Maher and I used to sing them every day when we were in HK. They finally drifted off after an exhausting day.
I remembered a woman I met in HK the two other times that Leila was admitted into hospital, L was around one then. She was an older British woman who took care of Chinese orphan girls, brought them to a state of adoptability. She would care for them and take them through surgeries. Strangely enough I met her twice at two different hospitals. The first time her little girl, Grace was having major surgery of her bowels. The second time I thought she was there still with Grace, but it was another girl, another story. The one thing she said to me that I remember is how quickly children snap out of such situations. They don’t mope and feel sorry for themselves.
There is a lot of compassion.
This morning, Rahul wondered why Maher went to get us some breakfast alone. “But he’ll miss you mama.”
And then later he said to Leila, “Let’s do bicycle with our feet. I am
Just touching you because I love you.”
After a blood test that showed very high WBC’s at the Bangkok Samui Hospital, an IV line was in ready, for a night of antibiotics. Rahul spent hours in pain and then hours trying to find an escape when he heard the dreaded “blood test”. This morning he has been convincing Maher to just walk out of the hospital.