When time gets tough, love gets the tough going.

For the past week, Izzul had not been feeling too well. He caught on some pretty bad cough causing him to throw up everytime his throat itches. We could all see his baby fats gone in a matter of days. After 2 visits to the family GP, his cough subsided but his temperature shot up almost immediately. We were so worried and brought him to KKH childrens' emergency. We were lucky we got there fast. His temperature rocketed to 40.1 deg!
After some blood test and x-ray, it showed some infection at his lung area. Although it is not good news to hear that but I guess we felt better knowing the cause.
As if it had not been rough enough for all of us, Izzul developed some kind of rash after taking the medications. So last night, we were back at KKH. They changed his antibiotics and told us to keep a close eye on him for any drug allergy symptoms.
All this happened when I am coming to an end to my practicum. The most critical time. The entire week, I was being observed by the principal, the VP, the HODs, my CTs etc... and on separate occasions. The observation is not the hardest part but the feedback session.
Going through day to day is not getting any easier with my continuous weight gain and feeling tired all day long. I usually put aside 5 minutes just to walk to my classes. Extra 5 minutes if I need to climb staircase. Yes, I am really THAT slow now.
And lately, I am getting a pre-labour stress. Usually when I am resting, before I go to sleep, I have flashbacks of my labour experience. It is funny because I was never really this scared when I was expecting Izzul. This has been affecting my sleep and usually I will wake up more tired than ever.
My, this is one long entry. So much has been going on and despite all this, I am surprised that I am still holding up. It is amazing how the presence of a child can make you a lot stronger that you really are. And I am lucky to be blessed with a helpful, supportive and understanding husband. Thanks, yang.
Oh btw, we still have not come up with any names for her.... Poor her.