On Being Peed on...

Alrighty, aunty, how was your baby last night? Still feverish?

Nope. Okay already I think...

I see. Okay. Let me check for a bit yeah? If everything's alright, you can be discharged to day.

Shirt unbottened, diapers opened. No scars noted, chest and abdomen moved well with respiration. No visible thrills noted. Apex beat was not displaced. No heaves felt. Abdomen... organs not enlarged. Liver felt one cm below the intercoastal margin... And...

EEEEEEEWWWWWWWW

A clear stream of pee was being shoot out from the tiny wee-wee. Straight to the nasal bridge. Too slow to avoid the pee from reaching the face, so yeah, the pee hit the face.

And everyone was trying to refrain themselves from laughing. The pharmacist. The houseman. The mother. Also the parents of the neighbouring cribs.

KW came to me, and told me about the incident.

And I tried to look at the crib of that baby. Yeap, pharmacist was smiling, and houseman was trying to cover his mouth. The consultant was at the sink, washing his specs. Mother was wiping the baby. And the other parents attended to their own toddlers respectively.

When he came back, tie was off, and he was on a plastic apron.

At least it cheered me up for the day.