A trip to the hospital about a year ago resulted to a life changing event for my 5-year old daughter, Amber. I admitted her to CDO Polymedic General Hospital due to coughing and a 2-day fever. She was no longer eating, and so I decided to get the help of a dextrose. Having a company health card (thanks God), I was not really worried about hospital and medicine bills, so a minor illness would not keep her away from the hospital.
When we entered the ER, a fresh-graduate looking male nurse attended to our needs and did the initial admission preparation like installation of the dextrose. Amber was comfortable at first, but it seemed like the nurse did not hit the right spot. Amber squealed for help. Over and over again the male nurse, who that time was assisted by another male nurse, tried to hit the right vein at the other hand. I almost exploded at them with that sight of incompetence, but kept calm. Just imagine seeing your child crying with pain, I wanted to scream, “Be gentle to her!” When it was over (after 3 attempts), Amber leaned in my shoulder sobbing.
Right after this incident, my daughter is becoming belonephobic. At the sight of the hospital building, she would beg me not to bring her there. Going to her regular medical check-up is a pain in the neck. And I have to promise her that no needle will be used. During our US Embassy medical examination at St. Luke’s Medical Center Extension Clinic, her fear was awaken. You see, when applying for an immigrant visa, you need to complete all vaccinations needed by the US Government. Just imagine how tormenting this could be to her. The attending nurse had to postpone her turn because she was screaming and crying aloud, disturbing everyone in the Vaccination Room. I cried and begged her to have her shots. Still, my effort was futile. Kung hindi madadaan sa santong dasalan, gawin sa santong basbasan.This was what we did. I along with two other male nurses strangled and pinned her.Yun! We had it done.
Right now, I am reading information about how to eliminate, if not minimize, my daughter’s needle phobia. As a parent, I am her comfort and protector. I always tell her this, “Ako na lang na imo sakit be para okay na ka …”