Age: 15 months (11 months, corrected)
This past weekend, daddy spent most of the day in the hospital, leaving me and grandma here at home. Mommy’s surgery is progressing well. They did find a slight infection, so mommy has been on medication for that. But she is eating and getting slight exercise, so she is well on the way to recovery. They also changed her room. It’s a bigger room, but she has to share it with a few other people. She says she is incredibly bored and tired of being there. However, today in the morning she got some good news. The doctor says she can go home today. Hooray!
Daddy stayed home from work again, not just for mommy, but because today I have my monthly RSV shots. Since my appointment was in the early morning, it meant daddy had to take me there by himself. Grandma did come with us, but she can’t speak Japanese, so daddy had to redouble his efforts to do it all himself. Usually, daddy and I go park the car while mommy gets us all checked in, so the check-in and check-out procedures were new for both of us. We got to my hospital, got parked, and we all went in. Daddy scanned my insurance card into a machine, and then our appointment number and details came out. Daddy asked a staff person if there was something else he needed to do at the counter. But they told him no, he could go directly to the pediatrics office. There, he had to first get my temperature, and fill out some forms. He told them he was not so good with Japanese, and that he needed help with the form. They figured he meant that he could not read Japanese, but that he could understand it. So somebody came out and read each question to him. He was able to roughly understand and answer some of the questions, but some of them he could not. But together, they managed to get everything answered. Grandma was trying to help too. She could understand and guess some of the kanji characters, but maybe she couldn’t get the meaning. Anyway, after waiting around a while, I got weighed, and finally I got the shots. You know the drill by now, one needle in each leg, I scream my lungs out, shed a few tears, and then I get some milk to calm me down. I cry and scream less each time, but man, do hate the feeling of getting shot!
After my shots, grandma took me away to a less crowded area to give me my milk, while daddy went to go check out. First he had to go to a counter to submit some forms, then he had to wait around to make a payment. They have machines for this, like an ATM where the money goes the wrong way, from you to the machine… Daddy had no trouble operating the machine, but by the time we got out of there and back to the house, it was already noon.
Daddy wasted no time moving to the other hospital to pick up mommy. There, they went through the check out procedures, and they arrive home in the late afternoon. I was so happy to see mommy again, although she was not able to pick me up or move too much. She did go to the grocery store with daddy in the evening, and she did a little bit of light cooking. But after that she had to rest. Her recovery will involve lots of rest, lots of eating, and an increasing quantity of light exercise.


