Fever Scare

Scare was the right thing to describe what you gave mummy and daddy. Daddy had gone out for dinner with his visitors and I thought you had felt warm that night when you went to sleep. But you seemed fine: cheerful as ever and you fell asleep on your usual time.


See? Looking perfectly fine, playing in the cot.

But when you woke up at 3am and refused to sleep and was crying, the panic alarm started to sound. In the end, we woke up your Ah Kong and Ah Mah to determine if you were feverish. And of all days, our thermometer ran out of batteries! So in the end, we put the mercury thermometer under your armpits and got a shock of our lives. You were more than 38 degrees! Yikes..

In a mad rush we drove directly to Adventist Hospital's Emergency Room. Amazingly through out the drive you were cheerful as ever, chatting away, saying "babaaa ba aa bba". There they took your temperature and gave you paracetamol while waiting for Dr Mary to come in. After all was done, we went home.

I guess there was so much excitement early in the morning, that you could not sleep after that. It took us quite a while before we managed to get you to go back to sleep. Even though you only slept for another 2 hours.

Thankfully, you recovered quickly and had a few more high temperatures before it all disappeared... only to continue with a cough and flu!


And followed by this great big bite on your face! Sigh.. when it rains, it pours!