Reviews & Profiles
Finding the good in a bad situation
Posted Monday, November 4 2013 at 02:00
It was 1am. I had barely slept. Well, I had slept for two hours but it felt like 20 minutes. The ward was congested. Neat but congested. There was hardly space between our bed and the next one. I had planned that if no other patient was admitted that night, I would sleep on the free bed which was next to the one we were on. But another mother had the same plans and beat me to it.
So I had to squeeze onto the small bed with our older daughter. We had been admitted to a children’s hospital as she had a bacterial infection which was giving her terrible temperature.
The doctor and nurse thought it was a miracle she did not convulse.
So there we were on the bed, trying to sleep. We had actually managed but parents with a very sick child were admitted at about midnight.
After being attended to, they were brought to the ward.
The boy was crying his lungs out so we were woken up. He did not cry for too long though.
He stopped and soon the ward was quiet. I looked around and was wondering when we would leave the place.
I was not sleeping well, the atmosphere was not helping and the pitiful cries from the children made me sad. Then I stopped and began to look at the silver lining.
Our daughter was okay. She had been badly off but had been treated and was much better. There were children who were worse off than her with breathing problems or worse complications.
There were mothers there with week old babies, too worried to even think of sleeping. We were in a better off place. And then luckily for me, our daughter slept straight through the night.
I did not find her foot in my face or her elbow in my neck as does happen on the occasions when we have shared a bed. I had less to worry about.
The next morning, we spent most of the day in the ward, but it was a relief to see her perkier and livelier. We went for breakfast to the dining area and although she took an hour to finish her breakfast, she was able to eat everything.
We took a walk around the place and made friends with the doctors, nurses and other children.
She made me draw pictures which she coloured. She made me read her stories and explain big words she did not understand. We looked through fashion magazines and argued, laughed, talked and finally slept off together.
We were discharged after spending a night at the hospital. It was a long 24 hours but it was time well spent with her and looking back, I am grateful for it all.