I was standing in the LRT today, when I saw the mother wheeling a child in at the Bandar Tun Razak LRT Station. I have seen them numerous time before, it’s not until today that I know what’s the reason the boy is sitting in a wheel chair.
I managed to catch a glimpse of what’s written on his shirt, School for Spastic Children. Going to work didn’t contributed to my Monday blues, but seeing the child and mother makes it so. Day in day out, the mother will be wheeling her child to school without any regret. And I can see that the little boy is not much different from any other primary school child. The only thing is he can’t move his muscle a bit because of the illness.
I started thinking about my boy, he’s almost 8 weeks old now and beginning to make funny noise when we are around. He’s like a baby alarm clock without a snooze button, never fail to ring at 730AM for his morning bath. Yes, he likes bathing.
And every time after he’s had his bath, he will be contented and smile when we play with him. It’s not long before he can start to chuckle, and I can’t wait for that day to come, even if it means that he will suddenly cry late at night because of nightmares.
He also knows how to signal you when he wanted to pee or poop, and if you can’t hear the signal, prepared to change his napkins. After changing the napkin, once again he will be contented (that is if he’s still full from the last feeding) and quietly lay on the bouncer.
And if he gets bored, he will start yelling to get anyone attention, hoping that someone would carry him so that he could look around the fan, the lights, etc.
He never like to be carry sideways, always straight so that he can know what’s happening and yes, he can sit still for quite a while, provided there’s interesting things for him to see.
If not, then he will make sure he cries until you make it right.
Come night time, he won’t sleep until you have clean him up and play with him for a while. He will smile when you swing his 2 little hands counting 1,2,3. And will try to lift up his 2 little legs, learning to turn over. It won’t be long, I guess that he will turn over.
He won’t sleep until he had his last feed before dozing off (only occasionally) or if not, May will lullabied him to sleep and he will stretch his hands and legs to his heart content until he decided to sleep.
It’s only been 2 months and there’s so many changes, and I sometimes dreaded that I have to miss out something, somewhere along the way. But of course, we will always try to be there for you, rain or shine.