Hospitalisation Post Mortem Thoughts

Life doesn't necessary move just because a lot of things are happening. Plans got shelved and the days were frozen but there was still too much noise in the background. We wrestled with things that needed to get done but still there were tasks that we couldn't get around to.

Hunger is only for those who have the luxury of time. When the dust finally settled and I can finally breathe better, that was also when I started to hear my stomach growl and feel my knees buckling. Food was the last thing on my mind in the 48 hours when Matty was hospitalised.


Physical pain is less painful than emotional pain. I cried more seeing my son getting the drip inserted than having a 10 centimeter cut across my abdominal (twice) when I went through cesarean birth.