He pulled through..

No.  There was no highlight to the weekend at all.

Leaving the Pink walkathon Saturday night, we travelled to a relative's home in Bukit Antarabangsar for his Raya open house.  We stayed, chatted and I even got into the swing of telling stories and all.

At 10pm or so, Nisa got a call on the phone.  From afar you would not know if anything were amiss from her facial expression whilst on the phone but I am her husband and I could tell.  MRZ had been having high fever all day; his fever refused to recede that night and Najat had sent him to SJMC. Whist there, the doctor told her MRZ is suspected of having contracted H1N1.  It was stony silence on our drive to SJMC.

I was worried sick about Jamie.  Our boy is especially close to MRZ, primarily because of the age difference and more so because they do everything together.  They would wrestle, share toys, food; and when Jamie is in Singapore, he cannot stop talking about MRZ and how they would do things together.  They even have the same Naruto and A&W wallets (ok, with a subtle difference just so you can tell each apart).

Nisa and I spoke with the doctor and all he said was that we needed to monitor Jamie for the next 7 days to see if he develops a fever.  Otherwise there was not much we could do except to monitor and wait.  Wait is the worst thing that can be said at this sort of occasion.  And how would I describe wait? - the fear of death, is death itself.

Jamie on his part continued with his naughty self, running all through the hospital, oblivious to it all.  I wanted to smack him but how could I?  MRZ pulled through in the end.  He was administered the 2hr quick test for H1N1 and it came out negative.  Nisa and I only knew the result when we woke up the next day.

I kept looking at our son as he was sleeping on Saturday night.  My boy, my love, my life.