one evening, i was seconds late before she accidentaly spilt hot water on my son. i had no time for emotions, i had to do what i had to do at that time. it was a shame that i didn't know what was the right thing to do in such situations. apparently, i should have let the affected place under running water to cool the burn effects. i found a cream for burns and i applied it while my husband and i got ready to go to the nearest clinic.
in the meantime, i was furious with the maid and her reaction was, saya jugak kena puan. i can't believe it. does that make it even? what is her pain compared to my poor baby? i may be heartless...well, i am towards her for all the mental torture she puts me through, i said to her, padan muka.
we took him to the clinic which was a mistake coz the child specialist hired an indonesian (nurse?) to attend to his patients. she was so rough compared to our local nurses at the hospitals. well, i decided that it was only for first aid and took him to damansara specialist the next day for subsequent treatements.
poor poor son of mine, he cried for hours out of pain and fear. it was at its height when the (stupid) nurse did the dressings. he held on his mummy so tightly for dear life. it was heart wrenching to see the baby you protected in your womb was in so much pain. after hours of clinging on his mummy, he was finally fine. he laughed and started his usual mischiefs. he even went to a birthday party the next day since he had no fever.
as for the maid, i should charge her all my son's hospital bills. that wouldn't be enough as compared to the pain my son went through but i think that would make her feel the pinch.
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