It was Wednesday of last week, around 4:00pm when Travis' Yaya sms'd me about his condition, she said, he's cranky, and he's crying and feverish at 40° C, rand itchy rashes all over his body, actually the fever itself started Tuesday. by the time I got her message we were still at the office (read: Antipolo) and our home was in Quezon City almost an hour or more travel during rush hour, right then we (with the Husband, my officemate and Dad, Mom and Sis-in-law) left. Upon arrival at 5:30pm, we checked his temperature and got 39° C , we then decided to take Travis to the hospital, arrived at the ER by 6:00pm, he got his vitals checked and yes, he got fever, I was asked of all the details the doctors and nurses needed, after blood was extracted and tested, and as they trace the start of the fever, he got his first IV and right then Travis' Pedia Dra. Ortega decided that he'll be admitted, it's like the world stopped, as tears were about to drop, I realized that they know what's better and best so I'll count on them, at 9:00pm we were in room 529.
Every second, every minute and hour, we're praying for him, morning came, fever was down. Am amazed. but not until by afternoon, he was feverish again at 39°. And diagnosed to have Scarlet Fever. Whew!
Honestly I don't want to remember those days. I hate that feeling. Though I learned so many things, aside from Travis for being a good boy, that every four hours, he'll wake up to the door knock so they could check his temperature, give his medicine and check his IV. Heart-breaking weekend, but I understand I have to get through all this, hopefully this is the last for now, I'm not ready for the next.
Last night and last morning at the hospital. Am gonna miss the view, just the view.
Day of discharge was the grandest day, he had Jell-o treat from his nurse for being a good boy. And I take this part as I thank St. Luke's Medical Center Nurses Grace, Jobelle, Roubelle, Izzah, Khrystal, Leeya, Doctors - Doc Bernardino, Doc Joyce, Doc Bryan, specially Dra Ortega for taking care of my little boy. He may be (now) aloof with Nurses and Doctors in white suits, but at least, he's okay, he's back in *play-mode* And thank you to our relatives and friends who dropped by, called and sms'd us asking about Travis. All of these are appreciated from my family to yours. Big heartfelt Thank you and we all love you.
