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Early Saturday morning I had the opportunity to bond with my eldest daughter, Kayla, when she brought me to her scouting activity which requires the attendance of a parent.  Although she was not feeling well, she could not miss the event because she was one of the student – organizers.  I saw her dedication to the activity, and felt proud watching her from the sidelines as she took responsibility and devoted time and effort to the event.  Later that afternoon, she was already bedridden and feverish.

Her condition worsened on Sunday with her long naps and persistent headaches, and later on her complaints of back pains.  We thought of it as a common flu and gave her fluids and meds.  I massaged her lower back and made her move to our room because we have a relatively “harder” mattress which also soothes my back pains.  Her Ading Nadine was protesting at first, not wanting her Manang to sleep in our room, but after sweet-talking her Nadine finally gave in and started checking Kayla’s temperature often as she slept throughout the day.

Monday morning we decided she should skip classes because she was still feverish, but that afternoon we began to worry because of the visible rashes in her arms and palms.  Although she was already stronger than she was the past two days, and her fever had already gone down, we did not want to take chances and decided to take her to the hospital just to be sure she is not suffering from dengue.  On the way to the hospital she wanted me to stay at the back of the car with her, she leaned on me and just comfortably dozed off in my shoulder.

At the hospital she underwent lab tests.  She got scared when the nurse got her blood samples for CBC and dengue tests and started crying, until I held her arm and did my best to assure her it’s going to be fine.  Afterwards she got ok, and while waiting for the results we talked about books and stuff and girly things we just giggled about until she took a nap again.  Thank heavens the results came in negative.

That incident made me realize how – no matter how much she has grown taller and gotten older – my eldest (and my other daughters, as well) will always be my baby.  When she cried upon being injected for blood extraction, it transported me back to the time when she was being given immunization shots as a baby, how I would hold her hand and hush her until she feels all right.  I am proud at how mature she has become, and how sweet, conscientious and understanding she is.  It also made me realize how, probably as most first-borns are, she sometimes does not get enough attention from us because of her other sisters although we try our best to make sure each one of them is well-cared for and given proper attention, love and care.  Thinking about it, I guess it’s time we practice what I heard from Ms. Maricel Laxa in one of her talks about parenting, on giving each child one day per month of bonding with parents without her siblings, just so he could get time of uninterrupted attention for that day.  I think that would be a great idea. 





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