3h2n holiday package in HTAR, Klang, what did I get? - A whole new bunch of experiences, since it was my 1st time for this 28 years life of mine being warded in the hospital.. Plus, as a mother to take care of my 'lil one at as her early as 7th day of life.
As always, I'm not thinking much, I just wanted to be there for my daughter (she was admitted a night earlier). After giving birth, there's nothing much I could do for her at home, neither for myself. Husband and mama were quite hesitated that I can handle my daughter myself at the hospital. Even at first we thought that there would be me and husband to take care of me Zuhairah.
I went straight to 6th floor with Abah Zuhairah when we reached the hospital at about 9 o'clock that morning. I was told by a nurse there to breastfeed Zuhairah. The last night doctor asked
me whether the 'lamp' (the phototherapy lamp) has been switched off. I just said yes, because the lamp was no longer there. It means that Zuhairah has been 'lamped' for the entire night. I was relieved to not to see her under the lamp. It can tear my heart.
A nurse told me, Zuhairah will have to wait for the dr. pakar to check her and then we both will be placed at the Yellow Zone, at the ground floor. Oh, I forgot to mention, Abah Zuhairah was waiting outside the 6C ward, alone and curious. I continued the breastfeeding. When she's done, I put her back on her bed and went out to see her Abah for a while to tell him the situation. Dr. pakar said Zuhairah's jaundice is ok, need no lamp anymore, they just have to monitor her rashes on her forehead and some of here and there.
It was almost 11 a.m. when we went down to Yellow Zone. Zuhairah was sleeping. For the whole 3d2n there, Zuhairah didn't cry for no reason, (She's a very nice girl :) She just cried went she's hungry. It was the 2nd night that cried for milk for every 30 minutes from 3.30 a.m. to 7.00 a.m. And the next morning I was so sleepy... huhu.
I made some friends there, especially, Sabarina and her baby, Alisya Ramadhani (was born on 1st Ramadhan) which was at the next bed to me. We shared stories about us and our babies. I made friends in the pantry as well when we had lunch or dinner. So many stories about their experiences that I can learn from. The doctors and nurses were all very kind. Zuhairah, we have to thank them so much, ok. Doctors with their very well explanation, nurse with theirs helps and guidance. I learnt how to wrap Zuhairah nicely. I learnt how to clean Zuhairah the right way (for I never change her diaper before I reach the hospital). I learnt how to breastfeed her the right way too.
I learnt the most important thing, how to take care of my daughter at the most! I don't want to ever come back again! I was touched when I texted Abah Zuhairah, "Lepas ni kte jaga Zuhairah betul2 ye.." I have to know a lot of things to take the best care of Zuhairah. I just can't stop learning on that. I've learnt that I can be independent, not to depend too much on Nenek Mama and Abah Zuhairah. My walk at the hospital was much faster than as home. That was what really made Nenek Mama worry. Hm.. I don't know, I just felt stronger. Zuhairah made me stronger. She was the source of my strength. That's what Allah given me.
I learnt things that I would not learn if I wasn't there. Allah made everything for reason. He knows the best. Thank Allah for this opportunity. And the great feeling, (a mixture, indescribable feeling) when we were told that we'll be discharged and the moment when we left the Yellow Zone.
Ya Allah, please, give Zuhairah a good health to grow up to be a good kid. Give us (Mama & Abah) strength to raise Zuhairah the right Islamic way to be a person that useful for Islam. Ameen, ya Allah...
