It is the most nerve-wracking thing for first-time parents when their child gets his or her first fever. You feel like that little human being in your arms is the most fragile thing in the world.
The emergency room becomes your second home, while you and your spouse becomes the running joke between all the staff nurses working the graveyard shift there.
I remember when little Athena got her first fever. She was just a month old and we took her on her first weekend away from home to Bukit Tinggi for a short holiday.
On the second night, she started burning up in the hotel room. My wife and I started panicking (I started panicking!) and we started pacing around (I was pacing around!) not knowing what to do.
I started googling on my phone to see if I could find a bomoh nearby that would make a in-room call and heal my daughter who was obviously suffering. I couldn’t find anyone.
I called the front desk and asked if their in-house doctor was around. They said no. Then I thought maybe we should just drive back to the city and head to a hospital. But it seemed too far. [Click to read the full article at Makchic.Com]