It started off as a pimple in your nose. We didn't make much of it since it has occurred before. Daddy tried to squeeze it before dinner on Saturday (and you were crying and screaming about it). Then we had dinner and all seemed well.
The next thing we knew, you were down with a fever just before going to sleep. Gave you Paracetamol (after much persuasion), put on a fever patch and off you went to bed. By then, your upper lip seemed to have swollen and the fold on your (upper) lip seemed to have gone all crooked. Oh dear.
The next morning, you still had a slight fever and your lip seemed even more swollen. I could not decide whether to bring you in to see Dr. Mary. Having a fever meant you could not go to the Paediatric Clinic, instead you'd need to go to the Unwell Child Clinic. We did a Covid test to rule that out. In the end, I got Ah Ma to drop us at Adventist Hospital.
It was a long, long wait for Dr. Mary to come down. My heart sank to the ground when I heard her tell me what could have happened had we not brought you in. The puss could go to your brain. Then, it would be a harder thing to cure.
Thank goodness we had gone in. You were given a course of 5 days' antibiotics and ibuprofen, and also MC for 2 days. She had also reminded me that if your swelling did not subside the next day, we'd need to bring you in; otherwise, she'd see us on Tuesday.
That night, you happily showed everyone. But when you went to Ah Ma's room, you dropped it. Daddy had to come to your rescue and fit back the part that had fallen off.
On Tuesday, your swelling had almost fully subsided. So you could go to school to attend your Festival of Lights celebration.
The follow up check-up was good, but since there was still some swelling, you were given extra antibiotics to last up till Sunday.. yay (not!).

