Wednesday, October 09, 2013

That Bread

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The week started with a drama. Khalish experienced yet another first in his life: diarrhea. Once, because of the dehydration it caused, I fainted. Therefore, I was extremely concerned about my son's situation.

On Monday, at 3:00 a.m., Khalish vomited on the bed. Half an hour later, bathed, he desperately asked either Kamal or I to accompany him to the bathroom. Too late. There were feces in his boxer. Bathed again, Kamal and I asked him whether he had stomach ache. He answered that the incidents were due to bad dreams about workload at school. With such sense of humour, we concluded that he was fine. To comfort him, the three of us slept on the same bed.

It has been a long while since Khalish was unwell, so Kamal and I had forgotten the boy's high pain tolerance. Awake for Subuh, Kamal found himself drenched in brown liquid. I was spared, but, from the smell, I knew that Khalish had accidentally done number two in his sleep. He must have been too knackered to realise the latest incident.

From then onward, Kamal and I bathed Khalish and cleaned ourselves. Afterward, we washed the stained clothes, pillow cases, bed sheets, and mattresses. Thank you for the great help, Dettol, Dynamo, Downy, and Febreeze. Most of all, thank God for the calmness.

No school for three days. I ensured that Khalish consumed sufficient water, as well as food. Kamal prepared probiotics in case the diarrhea worsened. The little boy remained active throughout the challenge. Alhamdulillah, he is 100 percent healthy now.

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