I love how Google Photos pops up anniversary photos every day, reminding me of what happened a year ago… or even 15 years ago.
I always feel a little sentimental looking through photos from years gone by, especially those of my daughters when they were younger. We have shared so many wonderful moments together — and, of course, not-so-great ones too. But I suppose that is what life and motherhood are all about. ❤️
Today, these photos popped up. They were taken on 30 August 2020 — exactly six years ago.
My youngest daughter, Cass, was only 12 then, and she had a UTI attack on the eve of Merdeka Day.
She hadn't had a UTI attack for years, but because of her congenital condition and medical history, a UTI was never something we could take lightly. For Cass, it often meant being hospitalised and treated by the one doctor I trusted — Dr Eric Lee at Pantai Medical Centre Bangsar.
So off we went to the hospital.
It was also the height of the pandemic, and Cass had to undergo a COVID test before she could be admitted. Each admission usually meant at least three to five days in the hospital — or until her urine showed no more bacteria.
There would be countless urine cultures, blood tests and antibiotic drips. Hospital stays had become something that Cass and I were sadly all too familiar with over the years.
But even at just 12 years old, Cass was already brave and independent enough to stay overnight in the hospital by herself. I would visit her in the morning and stay with her until evening before heading home.
Looking back, I think everything she went through from babyhood through her teenage years made her mentally and physically stronger. She learned to be independent much earlier than most children her age, and despite everything, she has always been a brave little fighter. ❤️
And perhaps that is why, even now that she is already 18, I still worry so much about her.
A mother never really stops worrying about her children, especially when you no longer live with them. You wonder if they are eating well, sleeping enough, staying safe and taking care of themselves.
But I guess there comes a time when we have to slowly learn to let go.
All I can do now is pray that Cass and her sisters will always stay healthy, safe and happy. 🙏❤️
No matter how old they get, they will always be my babies.
Food at PMC was pretty good and Cass enjoyed 4 meals a day.
Hospital that's like a mall, and during the day, we walked many, many rounds together around the hospital to kill time.
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