Heal... Darling!

Dear Kyra accidentally hurt herself quite badly on the day of Maulidur-Rasul. There was a lot of blood, but alhamdulillah nuthing serious happened.

She tripped herself after having fun jumping on the mattress, right to the awaiting door. Her chin was slightly 'ripped-off', about 15mm torn. The cut was very deep, thus the unstoppable bleeding. I cried very hardly, my ready-to-go-to-office-dress was stained with blood carrying her, rushing to nearest clinic.

Clinic refused to take her in due to the deep-ness of the wound, so we hadto go straight to a very familiar place, the ER of Putrajaya Gomen Hospital. Seeing her bloody napkin and a letter the previous clinic-doctor wrote she went in straight no need to cue like many times before. Given oral anesthetic but Kyra was too restless to be drowsy. MOs decided, we stich her despite her open-eyes.

Babah can't see to many blood n needle. So me, the one who carried her for 8 mths in my womb held her throughout the procedure. How did I feel? I can't describe. I wanted to faint out of weariness but I keep telling myself I need to hold her, I need to show her my love. So I strengthen my spirit and hold her close. The whole time. The time when they had to EXPLORE the wound to see if there's any residue of dirt or fibre. The time when they had to syringe-off some saline INTO the deep wound to clean and stop the bleeding. Then came a very familiar small, sharp metal, the needle and the thread. Reminds me of my own stitches once upon a december...

The rest of that gloomy day Kyra stayed close to me except when I had no choice but to accompany mom at the Boutique... I rushed back to see her smiling again, but saying 'hssshh' once in while, prolly feeling a bit tinglingish at the wound... Today I brought her to work, so will tomorrow. It was fun and relieving having her around. She's still my agile Kyra, eventhough with a plastered stitch below her smile.

Heal soon... darling!