The doctor just called, the results are negative so at least no Salmonella. The diarreha was probably just some viral infection.
He is much better today, so for now the household is back on track - work, potty training, spring cleaning, backyard work and the list goes on ....
Kochunni has been having some trouble in tummy lately, Sunday it was constipation by Wednesday it was loose-motion. He was clingy, had a little cough – All minor things when looked at in isolation especially for a kid going to day-care. We kept an eye on him and kept calling the day-care at regular intervals to keep tabs on him. He was fine – no other signs of discomfort, no fever, that we even started to consider the possibility that all this might be in reaction to the potty training that was going on in the background.
Yesterday I was en-route to pick up the lil’ guy when husband called from work to let me know that he saw a letter about an egg recall in northern CA from Costco for fear of Salmonella – the same brand of eggs that we had bought last week. A shudder passed through to me, as I asked husband to call the doctor office immediately. It was little past 5, so getting the regular doctor might not be possible. My mind drew a blank, not that I had really read too much about the illness – its symptoms or treatment, I only knew from the news stories about the affected cases and the voluntary recalls. But I knew that this was a serious case. I called him back and asked him to check on the symptoms and results, and he responded it can be very severe, unless treated. My heart went numb again. We had been giving him the eggs for breakfast for the last 3-4 days. Boiled eggs with a banana was his routine breakfast for a long time now. He loved it and could eat it every day without complain. My heart recoiled at the thought of it!
I almost ran into the day-care only to find an empty room. On any other day, I would have patiently signed on the sign-out sheet and walked to the park area, but today I rushed out to the park behind the room. And there he was, laughing and playing with his friends, and the moment he saw me, he called “Amma” and ran towards me, all smiles. I gave him a hug, and with a mental prayer to Lord Krishna, asked him how he was. Fine, he said. He called out to Ms L and she came up to me smiling – all cheerful, in total contrast to me. I forced a smile and asked about him. He was doing well she said, a little diarrhea, but otherwise nothing. I thanked her and left the place, not wanting to breakdown in front of all the kids.
Hope springs eternal, and there was a possibility that we had bought the egg carton that wasn’t infected. I headed home, praying all the way. Kochunni was his usual self, chattering about, but I did not respond as usual, and with just monosyllable responses from me, he became quieter himself towards the end of the way. Of course, then I panicked and tried to put on a happy face.
Reaching home, I tried my best to calmly help Kochunni with his shoes and jacket. I raced to the fridge and dialled my husband with my other hand. As I read out the number on the side of the egg carton he confirmed it was the affected batch!
The tears I was holding came crashing down, as fear of the unknown gripped my heart. We decided to take him to the after hour clinic immediately, and as husband decided to meet me there, I quickly decided on a diaper change and some little food for the guy before heading out there. By this time, Kochunni had taken out his toy cars, ready to play as usual and when I asked him to put on his shoes and jacket again his immediate response a wailing NO! As I tried to explain that we had to go to the doctor, he continued with his NO’s, and I hugged him in sheer desperation. He probably understood that something was different for suddenly he was quiet watching me. I changed his diaper, a little watery than usual and got him ready once more.
As Kochunni ate some Cheerios, I quickly headed to check out Google, Wikipedia to check up on Salmonella. I briefly read about its symptoms – fever, diarrhea, vomiting; diagnosis and its treatment. It relieved me to know that raw eggs were more harmful than boiled ones,. But as quickly as I had opened to read, the usually slow eater was done and we had to head out to the doctor (before he changed his mind again). Luckily even though we only had a 7.15 PM appointment, we were allowed to see the doctor almost immediately after I arrived. Not our regular paediatrician, but a very nice lady met with us and slowly set our immediate fears to rest. The diarrhea might be part of some viral infection, so for now keep him hydrated and happy, she said. There are no signs that he is not well, his tummy, ears, mouth are all fine, she noted. We still gave a stool sample to have the lab check it out to ensure there is no real threat & headed home. He pooped twice again, but again no other signs of discomfort. Now it’s wait and watch game until the lab report comes out in 48 hours.
I feel terrible, helpless and a cloud of fear hangs over my head threatening to spoil the mood. I am hoping that a wind of good faith will keep it at bay and may even take him away, but that only time shall tell …
I had some free time, so I took up this quiz. 
The results: You are a mama of the earth!
Eco-protector, green thumb, way cool, I said. I gripe about the extra running water when you're brushing your teeth, it takes only a second to close and open the tap when you need to. And oh don’t you dare let the light/fan on when you are not in the room.
So let’s see what juice box jungle had to say –
Back from a whirlwind tour-de-India, and we are in throes of major changes. After the first four days back in daycare, Kochunni’s teacher Ms.L, asks if we have any objections in moving him to the next class. We are dumb folded. Is he ready? He is not potty trained yet? A million other questions surge to our lips. Not to worry, she says. They will slowly ease him into the new class probably letting him go to the new class for a few hours each day, the new teacher will potty train him too, plus he is a smart boy he will learn new things. Oh sure, we say, if you think its best.
It’s a small transition in reality. He knows the new teacher, Ms.L2 – has been in her class a few times that Ms.L was absent. His friends who were potty trained while we were having fun in India are already moved into the new class. So with some familiar faces and some new, Kochunni moved into the next phase of his life.
On our end, both husband and I have new bosses that we met and started working within the first couple of days after we came back from vacation.
We reached the shores of Dubai Thursday afternoon and were pleasantly surprised by the chilly winds that awaited us. It turned out to be a really a great time to visit Dubai, the weather being just right, and with two nights to spend in town, we decided to hit one of Dubai’s main attractions – shopping – the first night.
The next day we went to the Jumeira beach – a magnificent picturesque beach, with crystal clear cool waters, the turquoise colored waters so inviting that I was ready to spend my day there.
But we headed back, for a quick lunch before we were to go “dune-bashing” or the desert safari – a pseudo roller-coaster ride on a four wheel car across the Arabian desert. With great insistence by our cousins to be taken to the bigger sand dune areas, our driver did go up & down the sand dunes, though Kochunni did not like the experience and started to cry. But we held on and enjoyed the (less than) 20 minute ride through the deserts. (According to our cousin though the dune bashing in Muscat is far better with the dunes raising far higher than its counterpart in Dubai).
Later the car took us to the camp site for dinner and some ‘extras’ – a little henna decoration on our hands, a very short camel ride and an opportunity to wear some traditional outfits for family picture time. Of course, no show would be complete without an area for shopping for some souvenirs. A while into barbecue style dining, entertainment in form of belly dancers and music made the rustic scene complete.
Kochunni enjoyed the later part of the night at the camp and as we headed back home, fell into a deep slumber. I mentally crossed off seeing another natural wonder – the desert – from my list of things to do and happily settled into family conversations. We were back home soon and had another round of re-packing as were heading back to US the next day.
Heading back to the airport, we contemplated the decision to do a stopover and realized that in a way it was a nice gamble, not only did we meet with family we had not met in years, we had something to look forward to while starting from India. And sometimes, God does work in wondrous ways, as we were treated with a surprise free upgrade to Business class at the Emirates counter. Not sure their reasoning behind it, but we thanked our lucky stars as we headed to the long 16 hour flight ahead. 
In style, we headed back home. The spacious seating a genuine bonus for us, that left us wanting more air rides. As we landed back in US, I slowly accepted the fact that vacation was over and we were back into the grind.
Again nature has a way of healing our thoughts, and as I opened my backyard door, it revealed the magnificent blooms of spring flowers on our barren peach tree welcoming us back into its folds. It reminded me of another time zone, the love and the joys the journey bought us, and of the bright future that laid ahead of us. I felt rejuvenated and rather than mull the fact of the vacation spent, I decided to look ahead to the wonderful summer.
We are at the tail-end of our trip, tomorrow we travel to Dubai for a small stop over before heading back to US.
Kochunni did not have any stranger anxieties and enjoyed meeting the extended families. The influence of family is easily noticeable as he speaks Malayalam more fluently making full sentences.
Here's Kochunni with his Ammamma, having a "tickling match"
Some of his favorite times was going on bike rides with Muthu (grandpa) standing in the front with the wind (and dust) in his hair, the autoricksha rides and watching the tanker lorry bringing water into our houses. Clearly his personality is more pronounced these days easily showing off his displeasure – yesterday we went shopping and by the time we were done it was already 12.30 or so and I asked my dad to take Kochunni and my mom home first so that she could start lunch for him while I could do some more shopping, of course he started to throw a tantrum and I had to return pretty soon, and as he saw me from the window he yelled “amma vannu” (amma is here) but as I entered the room, he just walked away his face showing his displeasure of sending him home first. We laughed at his antics but it is clear how easily he is able to articulate his feelings today. Gone are the days when the only weapon he had at his disposal were war cries at different pitch and decibel to let us know his displeasure.
Posts
All Comments
