Edit: This post is for Friday, May 1st 2009.
One night when Cj was in Pinas, my mother rushed him to the hospital because he just wouldn't stop crying. When the doctor started examining him, he became quiet like he never cried in the first place. They could not find anything wrong with him. False alarm. They went home.
The rest of Cj's visits to the doctors, are purely routine checks, except for an ear infection when he was about five months old. We had him treated at Samitivej Hospital. I hated the way the nurse pricked Cj's finger for a blood sample. She wasn't gentle. Cj has a fairly high tolerance for pain, but his cry told me the prick was agonizing. The lancet left a messy mark virtually wider than his fingertip. As if it wasn't enough, the nurse wrung Cj's finger roughly against the vial, his cry sent my entrails lurching. Although I put on a brave front, I was freaking and ready to strangle Little Miss Nurse-from-hell.
Samitivej is state-of-the-art. Why else did we take Cj there? But maybe there is always one Nurse Ratched in every hospital. So that's a lesson for me and maybe for other inexperienced moms: Do not pick a hospital just because its lobby could be mistaken for a five-star hotel. Duh! Next time I'll be wiser.
Alright, on with gorgeous doctors who do their job quite well. They are some of God's most awesome creations; society's essential members.
And this doctor is on stand-by. He's proven himself major at the World Congress for Pediatric Dermatology, let's leave him alone with his techno-gadget and trust him with Cj in his arm like that :-). Ex-mom-in-law watches him avidly on Thai TV (starstruck mom). You may wonder how the heck did he end up in a maternity ward. Well, he is Cj's uncle and a specialist at the hospital where Cj was born. That pair of hands on the right is Cj's dad's. These two brothers are in my room busy contacting family hours after Cj came out. And I was busy welcoming myself to mommyhood!