It's not a movie scene but a real life scene!
Thursday
mid-morning, I went to the hospital kitchen to drink a glass of cold
water. Along the way, I will pass the Pediatric room. A room for
toddlers and kids who are patients of the hospital. While drinking the
cold water, I can hear the bustling of nurse's and a mother's cry which
makes me wonder!
I went out of the kitchen and saw two men standing in the Pediatrics' door. One man said, "wala
na!" which means, there's no hope. Out of curiosity, I peek at the door
and saw a mother who turned her back on the child and cried. When I
looked at the child, my heart's crushed. I pity him. His eyes are not
blinking and blank. The child has a high fever and convulsing. His nose
has an oxygen tube to help him breath.
After
watching the child for a moment, I went to the shop and watched the computer screen, blankly. I can not take the child
off my mind. I ran to the room because my eyes are burning with tears. My husband asked me what happened. I told him, I pity a child in pedia room and I want to help him but restrain myself. Medical staff like
nurses were around to help him. I only know one for home cases
especially for emergencies in which my mother taught me. My father had
thrown me in the bed when I was a toddler. He thought I'm dead because
I'm black and blue. But then, I cried when a relative who is also a
midwife bite a part of my foot. Like the child, when I have a fever,
I'll be in a convulsive pits.
Yesterday, the child went
out of the hospital. He's alive and I hope his mother learns a lesson
from being careless when it comes to his child's health.
