Hidup mulia

During our discussion today, Dr. Ling who is our lecturer started of with chit chat before we move into our main topic which was on Diarrhea .. He came with a question of the 5 language of LOVE. I was puzzle actually, I taught he meant was the love word in 5 different languages…  daaaa …. Then he point out that people have five different way that make them feel loved. Those language are TALK, TOUCH, TIME, GIFT and ACTION …

According to him, for example his father is the action type so, to show that he love his father he’ll do things for him and if he give him something, he just return it back to him ..  So he say you need to show your affection and love according to the language of love of your partner…

After that he ask us one by one on the type of a lover we are …

The excercise he demonstrate was actually simple but meaningful. For a moment there, during the discussion my mind was not focusing into in the discussion… I was thinking of all the happy moment I had … Initially when he ask me, I told him i was the TIME kind of lover … I would feel love if my partner spend her time listening and enjoying what I enjoy most …. It’s about having compatibility … But then after giving my answer, I kept thinking about it and recall what actually make me feel being loved… I then realize, the moment i really felt that I was really loved is when i spend my time with my friends … There are a few people in my life that I treasure the most …. Of course I love my parents but I feel closer to these people …  some of them are male and some are female … I find that everytime i spend time with them, I can talk about anything and I feel safe … I’m willing to travel far or spend lot’s of money just to have few hours talking or watching movies or go out jogging  with them …. They don’t judge me for things I’ve done … There are time when I was at my worst behavior, and even though they don’t agree and acknowledge that i was wrong still they are there supporting me, making me feel that i’m still a better person and there is always opportunity to turn things around…..

I didn’t spend time with these people in one go, most of the time it’s one on one situation. Either we went out watching movies, or had breakfast together after jogging or just a simple call for advice or sharing … It’s like DAnny Crane and ALan in Boston legal i guess … It’s male bonding not gay .. hehehe

If that is so, then I ask myself , what about all the time i spend with my ex-girlfriends … If any of them read this, surely they feel upset .. dont get me wrong .. It’s totally a different feeling …

Perhaps i’m afraid of commitment … or perhaps i haven’t found the right person … Honestly I don’t have the answer … 

There are time where i felt that it doesn’t matter who ever i married as long as she can be a good wife … I fell that every woman is the same and i can adapt or be happy with anyone of them .. but as time past along with several people i involved with, I soon to realize each person are different …  and it matter who i plan to spend my life with  …. I realize that personality and chemistry is important …. Beautiful face doesn’t mean and absolut happiness but a good laugh and understanding pay a bigger role … 

I see a bigger challange in  front of me … I have few more months in campus before i go of working in the big world … There are someone out there …. Perhaps she’s in africa or Japan or england or perhaps she was someone i already knew …. who ever and what ever it is, I hope i make a wise decision every step of the way …

For every expected mother, there is nothing more they desire then having a healthy new born child. Those who were in the position of deciding whether to sacrefice their life or the life of their baby (mother who had breast cancer diagnosed during pregnancy for example), would choose the life of their baby and end up dead as a result of delayed treatment causing a child without a mother. This is the undying love of a mother.

At the moment I was posted in the neonatal ward for a week which is part of 4 weeks posting in pediatrics. The case I mention previously was a case i’ve heard during a seminar done by the Obstetric and Gynecology Department.

In relation to that, I have a patient of mine who is 13 days old. She was a chinese baby girl and part of her story was taken from her mother who was sitting beside her child bed in the neonatal ward.

Just a brief introduction, neonatal is a baby less then 28 days, infant is less then 1 year, toddler is 1-4 years and more then 4 years old is child … Back to my patients mother..

When I 1st meet her mother she was lying on her bed talking on his cell phone. Seeing thats she was preoccupied with her "business" I look around looking for her child and the bed tiket where all the information was placed. I couldn’t find either one.. So I taugh perhaps the child was somewhere else together with the bed tiket so i decided to go back with Irni and plan to come back again later..

On my way out, I saw the mother with a baby out side her room. She was there for close monitoring. Her story started when her mother was admitted for delivery. During her admission, her fetal heart was unsatisfactory and vaginal examination was done only to found that the umbilical cord has prolapse. She was rushed to the operating theater and an emergency cesarean section was done to save her child. When umbilical cord prolapse, the fetal body part will press the umbilical cord againts mother’s vagina causing obstruction of blood supply from mother to fetal which contain oxygen and nutrition. Having an obstructed cord is like someone is closing your nose and mouth causing you to suffocate. So this is the scenario we are looking at here .. When the child was delivered she was not breathing. CPR was done and she come back however her breathing require and assistant from a ventilator machine. Post operatively she was place in the neonatal intensive care unit. Her mother visited her in the NICU on the second day.

During a week stay in the NICU she had multiple seizure and her primitive reflex which normal newborn child had was very mild and incomplete. She had what we call as hypoxic ischamic encephalopathy (HIE) stage 2. To me this is the worse thing that can ever happen to a new born child…  She had a brain damage ..

When I examine her, she didn’t open her eye, her body was floppy, her primitive reflex was very poor … If only her mother have seen the outcome of baby similar to her child in 5 or 10 years time, she would understand my worries … As I wrote the case on my note from the other site of the bed, I can see her mother nursing her with love and tender. Perhaps she aware, or perhaps she doesn’t, her child is going to be mentally and physically retarded .. I guess what ever it was, things has happen and she would love her no matter what …