Innocent Anxiety

When the doctor finally announced that my hubby needs hospital confinement for his becoming-frequent heart flutters, my son wasn't aware yet of what has to happen. Despite my silent worries after hearing the doctor say " You have to be admitted, before you might go into a stroke.." --- I tried my best to keep calm.

 The rain was pouring hard outside the resto as we left for the hospital. All my son cared for the moment were his rain-soaked shoes and socks  as we entered the ER. With quiet yet curiosity- filled eyes, he followed me to the admitting office. When we came back to the ER, my husband was already on IV and oxygen. I pulled the curtain divider open for my son to see. To my regret, i saw his eyes widen with fear as he blurted out "OH MY GOHHHHD" with such genuine anxiety. My instinct was to immediately tear him away from the sight of the needle and tubes stuck to his dad. "Now. that's another thing to worry" I thought.

Behind the curtain, my son began to ask me questions :
"What's wrong with Daddy, Mommy?" -- - his eyes wide and teary reflecting his fear and curiosity at the same time. Then...
" Is Dad going to die, Mommy?" ....

I felt the shivers all of a sudden. So I gently took him to a Triage Unit chair and explained "Dad is a little bit sick. But No, he's not going to die. That's why we brought him here so the doctors can cure him.... and we can keep watch on him too.."

My son's expression softened a bit, then he broke into this innocent yet hopeful smile saying "Oh, and we can watch him too? " A third relieved, I told him  "Yes".

And so it goes that my son kept his eyes on his dad as he was wheeled off, carefully sticking close by as his dad was being pushed up the ramp and into the room. He stuck close to the bed, gazing at his dad and asking a lot of questions. He would run to the bedside each time a clerk or a nurse would come to check on his dad's vital signs. Our little Big Man! =)

By nighttime, I was trying to convince him to sleep with his Lola at Wangal. He looked so apprehensive. Then I was told that earlier, he was asked the same thing to which he responded "No, I don't want to go to sleep at Wangal. I want to stay here because I love my Daddy. " Further, he added " ... I'm staying here because I'm afraid that my Daddy will die.."

I had to resort to age-old diversions like " No, it's okay because I'm going to stay with Daddy. You go home with Lola so you'd get to play with ading and watch Disney channel (his favorite)." After some thinking up his lil'boy brain, he finally agreed.

 My little hero. His deep worry and concern for his dad really melts me. But I do certainly would not want any further worries like this on his part in the future. Merely recalling how his face looked in the ER horrifies me. Too young to be a worried lot. He feels so proud though, each time he reminds himself as Daddy's sole medicine =)

...We spent two nights at the hospital. Been able to go home Saturday evening after a wonderful dinner with Mom, Dad, Meg, Jun. little Gilian and the three of us - - -all to my son's delight.
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Love Credits :
MIL and DIL
Mom and Dad                                  Uncle Ping and Bing
                                                        Meryl and little Miss Calde =)
Meg and Gilian                                  Loving SMS senders and                          
Jun jun                                               Facebook well-wishers =)
Mng Jeane and family                        Manang Juvy and Aunt Dhang
Marlon's Friends and Classmates
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                                                                    PRAYER
Blogger abovementioned respectfully prays before the Supreme Judge of All  that NO FURTHER hospitalizations similar to what transpired be had in the future. Let there be an order issued reinstating the involved to his status quo ante, i.e. In bouncing good health.