Update on our little poo-boy

We were finally in a single-bedder ward!

Just to provide a summary of what happened so far.

14 Sep (Wed)
Morning: Mommy found that Dylan has watery stools and a slight fever. Mommy alerted Ah Mah to monitor his situation.
Noon: Ah Mah and Yeye brought little Dylan to Dr Chong. Dr Chong thinks it's some gastrointestinal viral infection.
Evening: Mommy came home and found little Dylan lethargic, still feverish and stools still watery.
Night: Dylan threw up after his med feed. Fever still lingers.

15 Sep (Thurs)
Midnight: Fever still lingering at 39.3, so we decided to bring the little one to NUH Children's Emergency Department.
3am: We left the NUH CED knowing that there's a bed crunch.
4pm: Returned to NUH as Dylan is still having fever and diarrhea.
Night: Admitted to Ward 47 Bed 12. Dylan fever spiked to 40 degrees. Had to sponge him with ice water.

16 Sep (Fri)
1am: Found blood in Dylan's stools. Nurses and doctors alerted.
Afternoon: Started on antibiotics. Shifted to Ward 47A Bed 41

17 Sep (Sat)
Morning: Heart scan done and Dr Terence is happy that he found nothing worrying.
Afternoon: Shifted to Ward 46 Bed 2

18 Sep (Sun)
Early morning: Reinserted IV needle as the antibiotics is not flowing.

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This time round at NUH, we are faced with various "events". Indeed it has proved to be an eventful experience. We had "fierce" fevers, bloody stools, crying mothers, violent "neighbours", numerous needles, nurses and doctors, sleepless, restless nights.

Traumatizing, no doubt. But I am glad that the doctors and nurses at NUH have been most comforting and supportive.

When the nurses were pressing my little boy's hand to reposition the needle so that the antibiotics will flow, my heart aches and my eyes are watery. When I hear that they have to remove the existing needle and insert another into his other hand, I wanted to slap someone. But throughout the time at the hospital, I had to remind myself again and again that I have to be strong and stay positive. I frantically search for hope and humour in everything I see to stay positive and composed. But nothing can take away the bitterness that my little boy is under needle and drugs, and the fear that some of the nasty bugs may choose to reside in the hole in his heart.