About two weeks ago, Gabe woke up complaining of stomach pains. It was very unusual but I thought he probably needed a bowel movement and we began the day with breakfast. I made the boy his favourite half-boiled eggs and he happily gulped his food down. Within a few minutes, he threw the whole thing up. Then he needed to use the toilet. Rou was still fast asleep and I was glad to have the time and space to attend to him and clean up the mess.
In the next hour, I would have washed him up at least twice for he soiled his diapers. He also vomited twice on my bed and in the living room. By this time, Gabe was screaming to be changed and cleaned and to be hugged because of the immense discomfort, and Rou was up and she must have sensed something was amiss because she looked at us and just started bawling, which was very unusual for her. I do not remember a time I was ever at a loss of what to do. I called for help and firstjohn asked me what exactly I wanted her to do. I couldn't answer her. I called my neighbour and she volunteered to go to the doctor's with me. We took the two kids (Rou's running nose and cough were getting a little out of hand), left the house in its messy condition and headed to the pediatrician's two junctions away. By noon, Gabe was no longer having pains, vomit or diarrohea. He was constantly hungry and thirsty but we were warned against feeding anything more than three teaspoons of food or liquid. But he was active as usual and in the next week and a half, recovered at an amazing speed.
Two weeks later, we came home one night after dinner and the boy complained of stomach pains while walking back from the carpark. That night, he threw up all over derod, the bathroom, his bed. I gave Derod a list of the medicines the pediatrician gave, instructed derod to request for a suppository to stop the puking and he whisked Gabe to a 24-hour clinic while I stayed home to clear up the mess. Some things I had to throw for they were impossible to clean up. But this time, his condition was far worse. He had stomach cramps for the next two to three days, hardly ate or drank (this time he had absolutely no appetite), was terribly grouchy, needed me to "sayang the stomach" all the time, refused his medicine (as usual)... it was horrid. He suffered and lost so much weight he was reduced to a bag of skin and bones. Poor boy.
We took him to his pediatrician again two days later and she informed that the child's gut requires about six weeks to completely recover. She put him on a course of antibiotics and warned us never to feed him half boiled eggs ever again. We were startled. We were fed half boiled eggs as a child but nothing ever happened to us. Apparently, things have not been the same since the bird flu and the government has encouraged all poultry and poultry products to be fully cooked.
So there goes Gabe's favourite breakfast.
In the next hour, I would have washed him up at least twice for he soiled his diapers. He also vomited twice on my bed and in the living room. By this time, Gabe was screaming to be changed and cleaned and to be hugged because of the immense discomfort, and Rou was up and she must have sensed something was amiss because she looked at us and just started bawling, which was very unusual for her. I do not remember a time I was ever at a loss of what to do. I called for help and firstjohn asked me what exactly I wanted her to do. I couldn't answer her. I called my neighbour and she volunteered to go to the doctor's with me. We took the two kids (Rou's running nose and cough were getting a little out of hand), left the house in its messy condition and headed to the pediatrician's two junctions away. By noon, Gabe was no longer having pains, vomit or diarrohea. He was constantly hungry and thirsty but we were warned against feeding anything more than three teaspoons of food or liquid. But he was active as usual and in the next week and a half, recovered at an amazing speed.
Two weeks later, we came home one night after dinner and the boy complained of stomach pains while walking back from the carpark. That night, he threw up all over derod, the bathroom, his bed. I gave Derod a list of the medicines the pediatrician gave, instructed derod to request for a suppository to stop the puking and he whisked Gabe to a 24-hour clinic while I stayed home to clear up the mess. Some things I had to throw for they were impossible to clean up. But this time, his condition was far worse. He had stomach cramps for the next two to three days, hardly ate or drank (this time he had absolutely no appetite), was terribly grouchy, needed me to "sayang the stomach" all the time, refused his medicine (as usual)... it was horrid. He suffered and lost so much weight he was reduced to a bag of skin and bones. Poor boy.
We took him to his pediatrician again two days later and she informed that the child's gut requires about six weeks to completely recover. She put him on a course of antibiotics and warned us never to feed him half boiled eggs ever again. We were startled. We were fed half boiled eggs as a child but nothing ever happened to us. Apparently, things have not been the same since the bird flu and the government has encouraged all poultry and poultry products to be fully cooked.
So there goes Gabe's favourite breakfast.
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