I never would have known how my mom felt every time one of her children gets sick. I can still remember the first time we were told that our little Amar is showing signs that she is struggling with an infection. She was just a few days old. And it make a mom’s heart really bleed to death seeing her child in deep pain at such a young age.
Amar was diagnosed to have sepsis when she was just 6-days old. She was having diarrhea the whole day and her feces turned from yellow to dark green. Her skin and eyes are yellowish from the infection. I’ve got no one with me at home during that time. I texted my mom and my husband regarding the baby’s condition. They said that I should bring her to the doctor immediately. My mom and I brought her to the hospital where Lui’s older brother knows a very good pediatrician. She was the one who instructed him to bring Amar to the hospital so she could stop the infection from spreading and us losing our baby.
My heart really broke that night when the doctors tried to put IVs on my little angel’s hands and feet. They kept on trying to find a good vein wherein they could hook it up to the IV. My mom took the courage to stay in the emergency room for my little angel to hold on to. I just can’t take the pain. I got a room for us and waited until my hubby came to the hospital. Dr. Estephany Guerra came in to our room the following morning and ordered some blood and urine tests to be done. She explained to us the situation and the things that she will be doing to save our baby.
An incubator was ordered by the doctor where my baby will be staying in for about 4 days. I had to turn her little body, eyes covered with gauze bandages, every hour or so. It could help her skin get the melanin to develop continuously. Antibiotics are inserted in her IV. We kept watch on her day and night.
I never wanted to take my eyes off her. I sang to her lullabies when she is crying. I held her in my arms and sway her to sleep. I talked to her when she is asleep. I can see that my baby is born a fighter.
It was the Black Nazarene’s feast and I kept on praying, while watching the procession on TV, to the Nazarene to heal my daughter. I vowed to bring her to His Church every chance that I get. The following day, the doctor said that she’s on her way to recovery. I was so relieved! We were even allowed to leave the hospital 2 days earlier provided that I will be bringing her in back for her antibiotic shots. It’s a good thing that the nurse who took care of Amar in the hospital was someone related to us. Thanks April!
Anyway, as far as I can see, Amar is a bouncing baby girl. Taking on the world’s challenges as it comes along her way with a brave face. Though she cries once in a while, she is still a baby that needs her parents to guide her way.
I’m running low on battery so I need to rest now. Thank you Lord for putting everyone that I have right now in my life. May you bless them all always! =)
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