Just realized I had this draft sitting prettily so it would be such a total sin to blog this much and not publish it. So here it is, after a year later. #malaysianstyle
A child falling sick during a vacation is the worst possible thing that could happen, well next to losing your passport that is. People always ask, how hard/easy it is to travel with a kid in tow? In most cases, it’s pretty easy so long a child is occupied seeing and exploring the world with you. Of course it gets a lil tiring and takes a lil more effort than usual and if its there’s one thing I’ve learned, as parents there’s always new things you learn as you go along this curved thing called parenthood.
But what is actually hard is when they do fall sick during their travels. If there’s one practice we do during our trips and that is to ALWAYS pack along Sairah’s meds and up until our HK trip, we never really had to use it.
The day we arrived to HK, I was actually sick like a dog. I slept the entire time on board shaking and shivering and it was like that until we got to the hotel room where I actually was in bed the entire freaking day. I don’t usually fall this sick but that day, I totally did so F you Murphy and whatever blast it germs I caught on! A whole day had passed and I didn’t even realize it but it finally paid off in a way coz I was in a semi better condition the next day all ready for Disneyland for Sairah’s sake. Bless the husband coz he gave Sairah a bath all by himself, took her out to dinner and watched her that entire day. We made sure we took extreme measures and even got 2 single beds so she wouldn’t catch whatever I had.
But alas, you know the saying sometimes if its bound to happen it will?
Well here’s the thing, on Day 3 of our trip, after already completing the first day of HK Disneyland (thank god), we went back there for Day 2 and Sairah was fine and dandy until we got into the park.
That was then she developed a fever. Not a low grade one but a high temprature. And it was at that moment where we both realized it was pretty useless to pack all that damn meds if we weren’t going to take it along with us whenever we go. So lesson learnt – carry your kids meds wherever you go coz a fever/cough/flu can pop up ANYTIME, ANYWHERE!
Finding a First Aid room was easy as pie since we were afterall in Disneyland. After being diagonised as having high fever, we were told to buy panadol syrup at the pharmacy next door which cost us RM40 for a tiny bottle!
Emergency emergency, one sick baby coming through…
After some negotiations, we were allowed to return back to Disneyland on a different day since we were hardly there for an hour! We were escorted out of the park by their park rep with much stares from other patrons
The beauty of my baby girl…can still give mommy a BIG smile while waiting for the train and despite being sick.
I bet she was thinking…alrighttt…I get to spend 3 days in Disneyland!
Made our way back to the hotel and this is the crazy crowd in Kowloon, even on a Friday!
People people everywhereee….
A baby’s still gotta eat despite being sick so what else but to make a quick stop in MCDs
Which is a real rarity treat for her.
So that’s how fries look like? Hah.
By that time her fever was down so we quickly popped by a supermarket and as you can see, she was already beginning to feel much better.
Later that night however was a different story. For the first time in the LONGEST time, Sairah actually vomitted and every time she did, we went on this panic mode. That night, we were actually planning on going to TST to check out the light show. So we hopped onto the bus and since Sairah was feeling much better that evening (no fever in sight), thought everything would be alright.
Boy were we wrong.
Coz half way through the bus ride, she woke up and VOMITED practically everything that was inside her. Her father’s clothes were drenched in thick vomit and when I ran over to carry her she vomited on me drenching just about everything I wore (and I had only packed one jeans for the trip! Ended up with a big laundry bill yo). So there we were, all three of us sat in the bus with clothes drenched in Sairah’s beautiful nauseating vomit scent where we tried our best to clean up whatever that was on her, on ourselves, the bus seat, floor while just absolutely waiting for the bus to make a turn back to the hotel.
Triple sigh! Was hoping the bus driver wouldn’t throw a bitch fit for the mess created.
If that drama wasn’t enough, even after we got back to the hotel and gave her some food to eat, she threw up even more which sent us into a frenzy coz that was something we hardly experienced with Sairah.
To make things even better (why thank you Murphy), around 1 a.m that morning, I noticed Sairah was shaking quite vigorous in her sleep as a result of high temperature. After what seemed like an eternal time panicking on what to do, we grabbed our passports, I made sure to wet a towel to keep her fever down, put on a god damn bra and then ran downstairs to the reception to ask if they had a car to send us to the hospital – unfortunately to make our drama more interesting, they didn’t have a car but said we could ‘easily’ get a cab outside the hotel.
Off we ran again downstairs onto the main road with Sairah still trembling while trying to stop a cab – but blast it, every fucking cab that passed by was FULL and this was at 1 a.m on a Saturday morning mind you! Our only consolation was, the hospital was only a mere 5 minutes drive. We must have waited for a good 10 minutes on the road (with me begging and pleading with HIM for a cab to stop for us) while carrying a trembling child before finally getting a cab. We dashed into the hospital and the head nurse who was a really kind lady must have seen the panic look on our faces so she quickly re-assured us it was just a high fever and told us to calm down. She quickly gave Sairah a slight sponge with an ice pack to her back. 10 minutes later we were ushered to see the doctor and while I was praying no hospitalization would be needed, the doctor just recommended a suppository to be given to bring her fever down and gave us some medication to help with the vomiting. By the time we got back to the hotel room, it was close to 3 a.m.
It was truly a first time experience rushing to a hospital for an emergency and that too it just had to happen overseas. But it was truly a daunting experience esp when it’s a new environment and surroundings which you’re not familiar with.
After sleeping it off, we woke up to a fever-free kiddo!
A quick lunch at our favorite restaurant next to our hotel. And the lack of sleep and tired-ness was very obvious for all of us – you can tell we went through hell that night.
Oh hello earth.
We decided to walk and explore a lil but soon found that to be a BAD idea coz it was a Saturday which means full on congestion everywhere we went.
How on earth does one even do proper shopping with this amount of people around is beyond me.
Decided on having coffee and a small snack quickly….
C.O.F.F.E.E – needed it so badly at that point of time. That too had to wait for a stupid table for a good 15 minutes. Which is apparently a norm for Hong Kongers. Case in point – the girl standing behind me waiting for someone to drink their stupid coffee and buzz off.
Back to the hotel for some rest (though we didn’t really do much that morning).
Some exploring later that night.
At some random dessert place where we had to share a table with strangers sitting in front of us. This is a norm in HK. How the heck does one expect me to eat in peace and have my privacy this way?!
I could have easily reached out for a spoon of his dessert too, heh.
But I didn’t, incase you’re wondering
Should have done it. Coz hey if you’re gonna share tables with me, we should learn to share our desserts too
Late night view of HK which is SO different from the hustle and bustle of the day.
And that was our HK Mis-adventure which I hope we will never have to encounter again.
Either way, you bet we’ll be carrying a bottle of panadol wherever we go and I highly recommend that you do too.