So I've been a little bad about blogging, but now that we have moved into our new place and settled in a little I should be a little better. We've moved to Abu Dhabi in the United Arab Emirates for my husband's job. More on that in another post.
We've been living in the UAE for almost a month now. About a week ago Leah started coming down with a congested cough. I'm not a person to freak out about a little cough, but it got progressively worse. I had been putting off going go the doctor because our residency visas are still in process and insurance can be tricky without them.
She woke up twice last night crying (not a normal thing at all) and then this morning started clutching her chest saying, "Hurt!" each time that she coughed. She was feverish, lethargic, and wouldn't even eat her breakfast, so I made the decision to leave right then. I called a new local friend from church that gave me directions to the nearest clinic (only about 5-7 minutes of walking) and we headed off with Leah in the jogging stroller.
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| There's the medical center in the distance.. just a few minutes away from our villa. Sooo sandy here! |
I arrived at the clinic quickly and easily after navigating the sandy terrain here, but had no clue what to do upon arrival. As I came up to the building, I noticed that there were separate labeled entrances for women and men. I went in the correct entrance and then just stood in the lobby in complete confusion for a few moments. I was approached by a very kind woman in traditional clothing (a niqab in this instance) and given directions on how to take a number from a little computer on my left. I sat in the chair waiting and worrying about our lack of visas and lack of passports (because they are being used to process of our residency visas)... and of course worrying about Leah who was clutching her chest and coughing.
After a short wait, we were seen by the receptionist who asked to see passports (of course) and then Leah's insurance card which I actually had! It turns out that our private insurance was not taken at that particular clinic and we were told to go elsewhere. I almost panicked and started crying (but was able to stay calm) and told them I didn't know any other places to go. They told me to call taxi and they would help tell the driver where to take us. I explained that if was my first time calling a taxi and they were very helpful.
A new friend out here had given me the number of a taxi company which I had programmed into my phone. She also had explained the weird system where you will get a call afterwards from the driver but sometimes they will just hang up without talking and then you should call the number back. The reason they do that is because cell phone minutes here are only charged to the originator of the call.
So I called the taxi company and they got me a driver who then immediately called me and hung up. I called back and was able to tell him where to come get us.
While we waited in the lobby for the taxi, Leah started a huge coughing fit and was crying. They had a nurse there take her temperature which was told to me in Celsius...and I was like, "Is that high? I only know Fahrenheit." It was high so they wiped her down with a cold washcloth to try to bring down her fever.
The taxi arrived moments later and they helped explain our destination to the driver and helped me get the stroller into the trunk. As we drove off, all three women that had helped me stood there on the sidewalk and wished us well. As soon as we pulled away, the driver asked me if that was the hospital I really wanted to go to. I figured it was because the hospital was in Mussafah which is basically the ghetto here... completely safe, but ghetto. I just told him to take me where the nurses and receptionist told him to take us. I was nervous about the cost because I only had 55 dirhams on me which I'd the equivalent of about $15 USD. I was also nervous because there was no car seat in the taxi. (They don't really use them here.)
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| Leah in the taxi on the way to the hospital. She's ticked and a little wet after our visit to the first clinic. |
We arrived safely at the Al Noor Hospital in Mussafah and the ride was only 10.75 dirhams. The taxi driver was nice and actually gave me change. When we arrived, someone at the hospital took the stroller out for us. The hospital was about 5 stories high and there was a dirt road in front of it. I was assisted into the door and up the ramp by three guys. I didn't even have to push the elevator button. We arrived in pediatrics and we're seen within five minutes of coming through the door. Leah was seen by a nurse and had her temperature, weight, and height taken... all in units that I was unfamiliar with.
We were then seen immediately by a doctor across the hall. Her desk was in the room where she examined Leah. She asked me some simple questions about the symptoms and then ordered a chest x-ray.
We were seen immediately at x-ray which was outside the building and next door. Leah was terrified, but stayed pretty still for her x-rays. It only took a few moments and then we were back in the doctor's office next door. The x-rays confirmed that Leah has bronchitis. She needs to get nebulizer treatments at the hospital twice a day for at least the next three days.
We started the first treatment right there. Leah let the nurse put on the mask, but panicked as soon as the nurse left. I got her to sit still and soon she was sleeping in her stroller through the whole treatment. We were also given four prescriptions to pick up at the pharmacy which was outside and next door to xray. We only waited about 2 minutes for the pharmacist to get all the medicines together and then he explained very clearly in good English about doses and frequency by marking the boxes.
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| Poor baby fell asleep during he nebulizer treatment; she was so tired after sleeping so poorly last night. |
After getting Leah's prescriptions, we called a taxi and waited for the driver to arrive. There were a few taxis that came at the same, but the one that I talked to matched the name od the driver I was supposed to take. (The taxi company sends you a text with the phone and id of the taxi driver that will be picking you up.) He was there within 5 minutes or so. I explained where we lived and he looked confused, but just started driving. I explained that we lived near a certain mosque and he seemed more sure. I pulled up Google Maps on my phone to see where we were driving. We neared our villa compound, but then he stopped (MID ROUNDABOUT!) and asked where he should go. I tried to show him the map on my phone and it didn't help at all so I just ended up giving him directions. We made it home and the taxi ride was 14.75 dirhams. I gave the driver 15 and he actually gave me change back.
Leah actually ate a little bit of scrambled eggs and cereal and then took all four of her medicines. She didn't want to swallow, but did do when I bribed her with M&Ms. She tried to sleep in her crib for a while, but woke up coughing and crying. I took her out of her crib and gave her a bath to try to cool her down. She just laid in the tub and fell asleep as I poured water over her for about 30 minutes. She wanted to get back into bed with me so we're here now and she's laying on my chest trying to get some sleep.
Poor kid! I love her! I hope all these meds help her lungs heal quickly.





































