I was initially pretty concerned on finding a way back, since it's expected that the ambulance trip will only be one-way for myself and fortunately for me, a handful of Grab drivers were still at it, even at such ungodly hours. The driver was in the mood for conversation and it was mostly one way, considering that I was pretty stoned at that time, as he dwelled on life's plight, his wife had just underwent surgery, leaving the kids in his care and he had to work on two jobs to mitigate financial issues, leaving him little time for rest. Yet, despite the hard times, he's thankful for the 'rezeki' he's still receiving, maybe just a little test of faith, he concluded.
God bless, 5 stars and a short yet positive review for this good chap.
Fortunately, I wasn't barred from entering the ward and upon getting the wife up to date (some the nurses as well), she shooed me home. Fine. I sunk into the car seat, took a much needed deep breath, and started driving home. It was at this point of time, realizing that I can finally be truly alone and not needing to deal with anyone anymore, my physical and emotional strain finally snapped and I started sobbing uncontrollably.
And to make it worse, you know how when you're feeling down, it tend to attract negativity and that's exactly what happened - I started recollecting all the predicaments baby Ning went through since arriving to this world and when the most recent image of her floated into my mind, I bawled like there's no tomorrow. Up to a point when driving became slow and difficult as my vision was blurred by all the tears, but there was no stopping it. The journey home ended taking much, much longer, even though the roads were practically empty.
I slumped onto the bed but wasn't able to catch much sleep, and soon enough, the first light of the day snuck past the curtain sheets. In less than an hour, I was back in NICU and was updated by the nurse that PD has yet to make his rounds. 'There's no way of knowing when actually, sometimes its super early in the morning, and then wee hours into the night but for sure, he make his rounds twice in a day', the nurse added.
Seeing that baby Ning's breathing has a regular pattern now, and it looks much more calm and relaxed, it reassured me that moving her here was the right decision. My confidence was slightly restored, and I became a little more hopeful that this was going to a short phase on her road to recovery. I spent the next hour or two observing her - not much movement though, partly due to the sleeping medication still being 'fed' to her.
In between my observations, I looked around, hoping the PD would appear before me, allowing me to get some much desired updates on her condition, but alas, he was nowhere to be seen. By the afternoon, I had to make my way back to the wife, to settle her discharge and have her checked in to the confinement center. That was when I experienced the first of many surprises to come.
God bless, 5 stars and a short yet positive review for this good chap.
Fortunately, I wasn't barred from entering the ward and upon getting the wife up to date (some the nurses as well), she shooed me home. Fine. I sunk into the car seat, took a much needed deep breath, and started driving home. It was at this point of time, realizing that I can finally be truly alone and not needing to deal with anyone anymore, my physical and emotional strain finally snapped and I started sobbing uncontrollably.
And to make it worse, you know how when you're feeling down, it tend to attract negativity and that's exactly what happened - I started recollecting all the predicaments baby Ning went through since arriving to this world and when the most recent image of her floated into my mind, I bawled like there's no tomorrow. Up to a point when driving became slow and difficult as my vision was blurred by all the tears, but there was no stopping it. The journey home ended taking much, much longer, even though the roads were practically empty.
I slumped onto the bed but wasn't able to catch much sleep, and soon enough, the first light of the day snuck past the curtain sheets. In less than an hour, I was back in NICU and was updated by the nurse that PD has yet to make his rounds. 'There's no way of knowing when actually, sometimes its super early in the morning, and then wee hours into the night but for sure, he make his rounds twice in a day', the nurse added.
Seeing that baby Ning's breathing has a regular pattern now, and it looks much more calm and relaxed, it reassured me that moving her here was the right decision. My confidence was slightly restored, and I became a little more hopeful that this was going to a short phase on her road to recovery. I spent the next hour or two observing her - not much movement though, partly due to the sleeping medication still being 'fed' to her.
In between my observations, I looked around, hoping the PD would appear before me, allowing me to get some much desired updates on her condition, but alas, he was nowhere to be seen. By the afternoon, I had to make my way back to the wife, to settle her discharge and have her checked in to the confinement center. That was when I experienced the first of many surprises to come.
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