Mother's Pain - January 2013

Ughh.. Here we go again.. Matt was hospitalized for the third time. A not so good start of the Year 2013.

Everytime my little Matt was sick, as a Mom I feel so guilty.. I am always asking myself if I should continue working.. or just focused on being a SAHM.
Matt was hospitalized because of on and off cough and then triggered to Pneumonia and Asthma.
It was "again" the scariest 10 minutes to me.. Seeing my son continuously coughing and could not breathe properly. No one in my siblings had asthma during our younger years.. It was my first time to see a kid being attacked with asthma.. And unfortunately it's my son. Aside from the pollution, it was inherit from his Dadda.

The pain again are in me, I could not do while Matt is asking for help and crying out loud "Mimmie, Ayaw, Ayaw". All I have to do is to hug him while the nurse inserted the IV. (Ang hirap pala maging nanay!!)

My super hero

He never forgot to bring his cars (mc queen, raul is the other one I think). Maybe he also felt that I am really worried about him. He told me he is "Myman" (spiderman) that makes me laugh. I am proud he is a fighter, a brave little boy.

He was connected with a pulse oximeter, to monitor his pulse rate, which makes him more irritable.

My boys, busy watching (never ending) Cars 2 movie!

We are transferred to a new Private room, a better space with a Ref and Television so that Matt will not be bored.

With His Tatay and Nanay

Naka steriods lang! Yan ba ang may sakit?

Before we go home, Matt went to the Nurse station by himself.
Matt: Kuya? Kuya?
Maybe he would like to say thank you?

At the hospital lobby he approached the Security Guard

Matt: Kuya, Kuya, Bye bye ha
Security Guard: Oh, sige wag ka na babalik dito ha..

Hay anak, sana this will be your last hospitalization. bye, Lourdes Hospital! Thank you Papa God, Thank You Mama Mary, Thank You Padre Pio!

It's part of the childhood as what they said. On the other side, I am thankful that hubby is here at least I have a partner taking care of our son. Secondly, to our health card that we did not even pay except for the name tag on his wrist..