Welcome To Holland

Bukan nak cerita trip ke Holland. Belum lagi sampai ke situ. Cuma nak kongsi tulisan Emily Perl Kingsley tentang perasaan ibubapa yang dikurniakan anak yang istimewa...

WELCOME TO HOLLAND
by
Emily Perl Kingsley.


c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."

"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.

Sungguh bermakna mesej yang tersirat dari kata2 yang tersurat. Anak2 tidak pernah meminta dilahirkan dalam "keistimewaan" mereka, ibubapa tak pernah meminta dikurniakan anak2 "seistimewa" itu. Jadi, tidak perlu kita bermurung dengan "perubahan rancangan". Anak2 perlukan kasih sayang dan perhatian. Tiada siapa yang bersalah, hanya Allah s.w.t jua yang ingin menduga hamba2Nya.

Carpal bukan Karpal

The carpal tunnel is a narrow space in the wrist. It contains wrist bones and a ligament (transverse carpal ligament) across the wrist where the palm and forearm meet. Tendons and the median nerve pass through this space to your hand. The median nerve supplies feeling and some movement to part of the hand.

Carpal tunnel syndrome is usually caused when an illness or other problem makes the carpal tunnel space too small. This puts pressure on the median nerve and causes pain, tingling, and other symptoms

Maklumat di atas dari sini.

Tu la sbbnya kenapa saya lama tak update blog. Sejak 2 minggu lepas tangan saya yang montel ini diserang dek carpal tunnel syndrome (CTS). Tak de kena mengena pun dengan Encik Karpal Singh. Tajuk tu saje je nak buat gimik :).

Mula kena CTS masa mengandung anak ke4. Tangan kerap rasa sesemut. Ingatkan sbb mengandung,varicose vain (blood clot dlm urat)jd biar je la. Masa tu saya di Malaya. Lepas bersalin dan dah sampai ke sini, masih juga terasa sesemutnya lebih2 lg bila tgh berjln menolak stroller. Pegi lah jumpa doktor. Doktor bgtau, kena pakai wrist splint (tolong sesape bg maknanya dlm BM..)tapi saya tak pakai, beli pun tak. Sbb...tak sakit, sesemut sekejap je, pastu hilang.. jd saya biaq pi je la..

Lebih kurang 2 minggu lps, akibat banyak sgt guna komputer/menaip utk kerjarumah, tangan sakit yang amat. Nak menulis pun tak daya. Kejap2 kena berhenti, urut2 dulu jari telunjuk dgn jari hantu.

Hari ni dah makin kurang sakitnya, alhamdulillah..
Aci dok cerita saya ni? Nak tunjuk gambor, "cumil" dah tak de..

JazakAllah khairan dan terimakasih kepada semua rodong2 yg masih sudi singgah dan menyapa w/pun ni mcm rumah tinggal je. Tapi sawang mmg tak de ye, Aida.. :D. Akak sapu2, kebas2 sokmo. Aok tu..dah elok menten hari2, nok ...... pulok. Mende cerita?