TAGGING WEEK 1

Week 1 has bene tough.



It wasn’t an easy ride. WHY? To get my fat ass up early. That was the main issue. 7am to 10pm (never on time to balik la). DAILY. That was tough.

My routine basically was get up, bath, and get ready, eat and head to hospital. Come back from hospital, bath and sleep. REPEAT FOR 6 days. Nothing else.

1st day tag and I was placed in the labour room. Imagine, knowing nothing and placed straight at the end part of the process. BUT, everyone was helpful. From the nurses to the consultants. Everyone was nice. Like super-duper nice. And they remember your names. They call you colleagues now. 

Heard someone calling “Dr. Malvin, Dr. Malvin, tolong sat”. And I was like, there’s someone else name Malvin as well in the same place. WOW! Got a pat on the shoulder, turned and the nurse was like, “Dr. Malvin, harap muke je handsome tapi pekak, meh tolong kak”

Then I realise one important thing. The game has switch sides. From playing a passive role in a place, to being active and productive. I’m no more a plank or a nobody at there, people needs me to do something, to give instructions. Apologised to her and proceeded to help her, told her that I’m not used to the name yet. Hahahahaha.

And then, the time starts where you kene marah. 1st time kene marah for something as a doctor. Demotivated? NO! It means that they are noticing my presence there and I’m being seen and supervised because one fine day, I might be all alone to save lives. There’s no room for errors. take things positively, make it a better place and fill your self with positivity. 

Tik tok tik tok, the 1st day passed by and it was already 7 pm and I haven’t even got the chance to pee or eat my lunch. Took some time off to get some food and get back to the room to continue the job.

As day passed by, I requested to deliver a baby on the third day of tagging. With the aid of the staff nurse (a strict one), I managed to deliver a baby girl. Subsequently, in the following days, I delivered 4 babies, and all were girls. They started calling me a "chick magnet"

But there was a time when I felt the goosebumps. We were trying to deliver a baby, and in the background, we can start hearing takbir raya for Eid. And suddenly, the mother start to progress better and pushed harder. The cry of the baby with the prayers at the back, which was one of the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced. Being a non-Muslim and felt that, it was a different feeling. In my mind, I could just say, Waheguru, it’s so beautiful.

I took time to cherish the moments. Kene marah tu wajib. Everyday mesti kene marah. If not, tak bangun and we would not know where our errors are. Knowing your boundaries is important.



The boss said something on the first day, “I can tolerate a dumb HO, but not a lazy one”.



That’s my journey boss, the journey of a dumb housemen….

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