Aron's Head Injury

Yesterday, I had a very good time in the afternoon. By the time I got home, it was 6.15pm. I was running a little late to go over to MIL house (usually, I will b there about 6pm). At 6.30pm, the phone rang. Aron injured! How bad, I had no idea. I could only hear Aron's crying over the phone.

When reach the void deck of MIL's block, I met FIL carrying a bag of ginger, walking to the lift. I asked him if Aron was bleeding. The family's traditional way of stopping bleeding - press a slice of ginger on the wound!

By the time I got to the house, Aron had already been crying for a long time, and was still crying non-stop. The heartache mummy grabbed him over and hugged him so tightly. I was told Aron was bleeding badly, until his shirt got a big patch of blood stain with 2 small towels filled with blood too. They were about to get ready the ginger, while I told them to let me check the wound first.

The wound was at the back of the head with the hair covered up, so I had to gently brushed away the hair to find the wound. Yes, I found it, it looked bloody, and was about 2 cm long, but not a deep cut. The hair around the wound was sticky, due to the bleeding, and it really smell bloody too.

I asked for a new towel so as to pad on the wound to check if the bleeding had stopped. Thank God, yes, it had finally stopped. Still, the in-laws thought of putting the ginger to make sure the it wouldn't bleed again. I really couldn't bare to see my son take that kind of unnecessary pain. It would be another big traumatic pain for him. Since the bleeding had stopped, I told them there was no need to use the ginger, if the swell and the wound looked really bad, I can bring him to the doctor.

Then I finally asked how he was injured. Both the boys, after their dinner, was playing in the bedroom. While Aron tried to crawled under one of the mattress which was placed on a bed, I guessed Asher was trying to catch him. Too eager to escaped, Aron knocked into the pillar wall from the back. At that moment, MIL was having shower, while the maid was doing nothing but had no initiative to look after the boys. When Aron was crying in pain, the maid still take no initiative to carry him or check on him. Even when she realised that Aron was bleeding, she still had no brain and mouth to call for Ah Mah to tell her that Aron was bleeding. I wonder if my son fainted, will she have any response, I doubt...

The frustrated MIL sure had given the maid a good lecture, but the maid just gave no expression. My conclusion is she just don't use her brain at all. But having the phobia of changing maid, I have to leave with it.

As for Aron, after a good cry, pampered with candies, carried around by FIL, he was back to his normal cute and cheerful self, playing with his favourite Thomas Train and running and jumping all over. He also recited a Chinese rythme which he learnt from school, with actions that made everyone laughed...