Pediatric ward feels like a family get-together where their
kids were enjoying their freedom under the secure hands of their parents. I
just feel like an observer of the 4 pillared room. That might be a satisfaction
seeing the mini human crying the very day and dancing, babbling with playing
the very next time.
Here a child pokes out with the childish talking from a bed,
another replies with cutie smile from another, one says “ba-ba” and another “didi”
“auntiee”. A toddler runs out of the room as if s/he is a free driver and small
one peeps out of the mother’s lap. They care the damn things out there,
catching up and throwing its medicine, mobile iPod or laptop; they just want that.
Sometimes funny out with their childish sweet act, anxiously making angry and
making laugh too.
Clear hearted and short memorized these cutie pies are so adorable,
they don’t have any revenge view, feared out with the white apron who hurt them
but playing with the stethoscope as toys, dots at apron and the tag of apron,
smile out cheeringly with the one or two teeth smile or one or two loose teeth
face….so so funnier but touches the heart.
Piercing the little skin with needles and searching for
veins or investigating, the cry of the young ones or the tears of the mother
touches the heart of the medical person conducting the procedure; but simply
cannot be empathetic at the mean time. Though they know well something done was
for the beneficiary for the ones and their care takers knows that too.
The respect for own parents grows more and more. Their selfish
less love, caring and secure attention shows the extent of humanity. Without a
single gosh of sigh, staring and caring the kid whole day and night. “Parents
are the god, in disguise of human. They forget the way of their dreams whilst
continuing their path of fulfilling their kid’s dream “The family is how we
make it. That’s why a kid feels secure in mom’s lap and dad’s arm, that’s truly
truth.
These dreams focus of the new member since its birth. Who
knows what and how the faith directs? Misfaith may leads to its last breath too
sometimes. The time stuck somewhere the compression over the tiny chest,
bagging over the face, attempting to reverse back or intubating, the staring
eyes of guardian just waiting for the response of hope.
It’s the hope that even prognosed back the worst time to blossoms.
A tearing grimace into the glowing smile. It’s the attitude and effort how ease
a life could have move on with the support, the twist trebly finger will
grasped up.
It’s amazing of what age s/he is; they have hospital anxiety
for a while. Talking about medicine, it’s time to make them cry especially
younger ones, schoolers and adolescents are quite admirable. Why don’t these
minutes don’t like medicines, OMG look at their face after having it...Some are
quite different ,they become fond of medicines they scared us of having accidental
medicine overdose. So, as for medicine “keep it away from the reach of children”
This ward differ from other, seems like familiar. The
caretaker of a bed share own experience to another. The kid of the bed is found
in another. We had to be aware of side rails. Everyone fond of playing toys.
The class rhymes, mathematical multiples, drawings, plays and cartoons are the favorite
ones.
Whoever attempts steps for caring the child, how harsh the
heart will be, will be soften with their innocence. The coordination,
cooperation and collaboration just keep on going. Being a nurse and all other
co worker, our act seems like tough but delicate to handle these future adults
and perform as caregiver, instructor, counselor, helper, teacher and more ever
a humanly human with ethics and morale values.
Every profession has some hindrance but whenever I thought
of my days hitherto, despite others, a sweet smile comes to my face, maybe that’s
satisfaction.
