To the hospital in a hurry

Silly of us to think that Luka would spare us yet another medically-necessitated rapid departure from Dili following our first episode.  Instead, we found ourselves, once again, scrambling to pack in 20 minutes flat, while praying the Internet connection holds to book plane tickets.

Now, now, fortunately this one is much more par for the course and not nearly as exciting and scary as the previous one.  Turns out Luka has Bronchiolitis which is an infection of the small air passages (as opposed to the larger air ways, or the bronchials as was explained to me today). Whatever it is, it makes for one miserable little trooper.  With a fever spike of 40C yesterday, we listened to the poor guy wheezing all night long. At the doctor's this morning his O2 saturation levels (sats) were down to 92%, which is below the 93% that the doctor says is acceptable.  After a few minutes on the torture device known as the nebulizer he responded well - so we were sent home with a home kit to administer ventilin.

All the while we were planning to send Chris and Luka to Darwin tomorrow as a precaution - then it dawned on me, hang on, they're headed to Singapore on Tuesday anyway on their way to South Africa - why not just change that ticket and head up that way - ah right, because the plane leaves in TWO HOURS!  Unfortunately it was also lunch time in Dili, which on an island, is taken very seriously. So we had to wait until after 13h00 before Chris could go back to see the doctor.  By the time he called me to say that she still thinks as a precaution we should take him out, I had under 2 hours to change a ticket and pack for both of them and get them to the airport.  Mind you, it's not just packing for 4 days in Singapore, no, it's packing all the winter clothes Luka and Chris has to take to South Africa for the trip we were originally scheduled to go on next week.

Thanks to Michelle and Judith, we managed to get it all sorted, and off we went to the airport where the Air Timor guys were absolutely amazing and just checked us in right in the office, no line, no counter, no nothing (that is after we showed them the 'fit to fly' medical certificate' of course).

I was devastated to watch the two of them get on the plane, but with my boss out of the country (yes, this always happens when I'm in charge), and the election observation mission I am overseeing arriving in 4 days for the upcoming parliamentary election, I had to stay behind :(

Fortunately we know this is simply precautionary - and soon Chris and Luka will be hanging out at the Singapore Zoo, eating fabulous street cuisine.  We'd just rather he be eating street cuisine down the road from a world class hospital, than wake up tomorrow morning and be out of departing flights for two days.  Just the cost of doing business in our line of work I suppose.

Still sucked putting them on the plane though :(

Officially toddling

It's official, we have a toddler.  Heaven help us.  While I have failed to adequately capture the latest feature on camera - let it be known that we are now stomping around.  Despite not being entirely proficient at the whole walking bit, it has seemingly not stopped us from trying to climb our way into, and out of many things.  This afternoon when daddy put down a wash basket filled with dive gear, Luka proceeded to climb into, on top of, and over the entire heap.  Then when he noticed Gus (the cat) on the dining table, he figured that if he steps on the cross bar of the chair, he gets an extra 4 inches of lift to carefully annoy the cat on the table.

For the purpose of practicing the stomping, mommy purchased a nifty pair of red Crocs sandals (the only size available in giant toddler in Bali) to which we apparently still need to be accustomed to...

Will try and capture and share evidence of the latest phenomenon.

Scrub-a-dub-dub - Luka is in the tub (again)

If the title of this post sounds familiar - it is.  Though, how could you not title it this...here is Luka, slightly more than a year after his very first bath in the NICU, enjoying bubbles (again courtesy of auntie Becca) - thanks to my procurement princess, Luka has two of the most enormous bottles of Johnson's baby bubble bath you can possible imagine - and was making 100% sure he enjoyed it to the fullest!

I simply could not resist these...and yes, he is a total poser!

We're going to have our hands full with this one....

What friends are for, procurement

They say a good friend will help you move, a great friend will help you move a body... okay, this is not quite as dramatic as that, but close...

Bottom line, more often than not my friends amaze me.  Like the time a friend from high school in South Africa, whom I haven't been in touch with for close to 2 dozen years, sends me care packages in the NICU in Darwin - from South Korea.  Or when friends in Dili would drive all the way up the hill to once again explain to the cleaning lady not to feed Gus litter sand.  Or, when my girlfriend and classmate from Oxford rocked up with a fresh organic Turkey for  Luka's first Thanksgiving (and eight Scotch Fillets, cranberry sauce, you know the drill...).

If you know who I am am referring to, you will also know that Auntie Becca looooves a challenge - and so I suppose it should be no real surprise when this is the image that emerged from the Dili airport last weekend when I picked her up at 07h00 on a Friday morning. ..

Princess Rebecca and the cot mattress emerge from
the Dili customs - I think they remembered her
from last time :)

Yes, in case you were wondering - that is a full-size, or shall I say 'standard size' infant cot mattress (inner spring of course, not the sponge type) from Australia.  Said mattress was procured in Canberra, nearly missed its flight to Darwin, then spent the night taking a taxi from the Darwin airport into town, and back to the airport only to spend the night sleeping next to Becca on the floor of the Darwin airport for the 05h00 flight to Dili.  Seriously.

Of course, Luka was SO excited and overwhelmed, he proceeded to vomit all over the mattress that first night - for the first time ever in bed mind you.  He just couldn't take the anticipation I suppose ;)

Thank you becca! We have disposed of the toxic piece of sponge he has been laying his sweet head on for the past few months.  Who knew Australia's 'standard' is different than everyone else's 'standard' cot??

Due dates and other musings

So turns out there is a small, albeit vocal, following of this blog here in Dili (and yes, of course the family abroad are yelling out!) who implored me to keep writing.  While I realize the initial draw for most readers who were not somehow related to us, was perhaps something of the intrigue of the whole ordeal, and that - in all fairness, that has since pretty much worn off.  Which, after fourteen months, I have come to appreciate as a good thing.

Luka 22 March 2012,
Visalia CA

By way of a preface, I should point out that today, May 27th, is and was always supposed to be Luka's due date.  Of course, 'they' tell you that due dates are all a pile of smelly stuff, which in my enlightened state of pregnancy led me to respond to the big question with 'oh somewhere toward the end of May' - but secretly, every first-time pregnant woman hangs on to the notion of a due date like she last did for good weather on her wedding day even though 'they' tell you rain means good luck.

So, here we are, a whole two months and one week after we celebrated Luka's 1st birthday in the US with the extended US and South African families, and we have so much to be grateful for.  Chris and I recently reminisced about how much Luka has changed (matured if you will) in the past two months from this young man playing with his legos in grandma's house, to the toothy toddler rough-housing at today's bub club.

Luka, Dili 27 May, 2012

Of course, people point out what an amazing little creature he has become, and what a miracle the whole story is.  Which just reminded me once again over the past few days how incredibly, and indescribably fortunate we have been.  In thinking back to the dreadful day where we boarded a 70-minute flight to our future family, and measuring the difference between March 22 and May 27th, I am just blown away when I think of the whole thing one year ago.  I was not quite as able to take in the whole 'due date' anniversary last year as this day last year also coincides with the day that Luka was released from his second stint in the NICU, for his emergency surgery in Cape Town.

Consider that Timor-Leste, one of the poorest countries in Asia and where we currently live, is not the best place to be a child.  According to Save the Children, at least 54% of Timorese children under five have stunted growth due to malnutrition. In addition, it seems to me that most families I come across know first-hand the pain of losing a child(ren) at some point.  For most Timorese women, even the option of hospitalization is not always there, let alone one with the kind of care one would need for a premature birth.  My recent discussions and guidance to a colleague who's friend had a premature baby in the national hospital a few weeks ago and was being kept in a separate room in the hospital, away from the infant, with no instruction to touch, care for, or hold the small creature, alerted me to the breadth of support one needs in a situation such as the one we had.

Of course, I had a credit card and could access the internet to book a one-way ticket out of here.  I also had a US passport and health insurance to evacuate and get the care that my child seemingly deserved to give him the jump-start he needed.  As a result, I can't help but feel somewhat guilty when I bounce a healthy 11kg former preemie who more closely resemble 3-year old Timorese kids.  When I say 'guilty', I don't mean it in a melodramatic sort of way - but just that I can't imagine what I would have done without the caring instructions, guidance, support and encouragement I received from my midwives, pediatricians, nurses, lactation consultants and every other single person that guided us through that time in our life.

Today, we love watching Luka as he finally figures out this 'walking' thing, click his tongue, point to the light and hug our cat Gus.  I live for, and relish in his recent rediscovering of hugging and lap-sitting, especially at night, after his massage and bottle, when he decides he has had enough milk, hands me the bottle, sits up on my lap - throws his arms around my neck, and nuzzles his face, snuggling in secret  for a few seconds before pointing to his bed.

On his due date, all these many weeks after his actual birth date, I say a small prayer for all those who go into premature labor without the support network, care, encouragement and resources that I had at my disposal.  I also thank, once again, the doctors, midwives, nurses and administrators at the Royal Darwin Hospital in Australia, as well as my birth and antenatal coaches, and the staff and doctors at Vincent Palotti Hospital in Cape Town.  Luka is a product of his strong-willed parents, but he is also a testament to the difference world-class medical care make in our lives.

Smiley boy on the beach

Chillin on the beach in Dili.

Luka's first steps

Well, we can officially now say - heaven help us.  Luka took his first steps today when he launched himself from daddy into mommy's arms - clumsily stringing his feet one in front of the other on the way there.  Fortuitously for everyone, it was while we were on our weekly Skyp date with with grandma and grandpa Serjak in CA...and for good measure, he did it three times.  Now we're not referring to this as 'walking' far from it.  But hey, gotto admit, first steps are pretty cool.  No photos unfortunately, but good etched memories.

:)