Words cannot describe the agony Jefree and I went through last week. It is the most enduring test that we have to face thus far. For that entire four minutes when Luqman went absolutely quiet and cold: Jefree and I died a million times.
At the end of the four minutes, Luqman snapped out of the fit, and uttered the word “Papa!” to Jefree. My knees went weak with relief. In my highly articulate world, I cannot tell you how I exactly felt at that time – how bizarre is that?
By the time we reached the emergency department, he was already too exhausted from his ordeal and fell asleep. Blood was drawn from his tiny hand, wires and monitors were attached to his lithe body and no amount of comforting words could ease my pain.
According to the paeditricians, it is just febrile fits. The tests show no indication of abnormalcy that we should be concerned about. But Jefree and I are bringing him back to his old paeditrician – Dr. Musa – for second opinion.
From the bottom of our hearts, we thank all of you for the prayers that have been bestowed upon us.
Special thank you goes to my blogger sisters & brothers; not forgetting the commentors of this blog too. Thank you Doc TA for putting up the notice in your blog.
To our family and close friends; we could not have gone through it without your support. We appreciate each and every phone calls – even if most of it went unanswered – and text messages.
Our thank you also goes to the support staff of Gleneagles’ peaditric ward, Dato’ Dr. Iean Hamzah, Dr. Adrian Koh and Dr. Musa.
*Picture above: his tiny hand with the IV paraphenelia
*Picture below: taken just after he was discharged from the hospital