Mom woke me up at 2am to go to the hospital with Viola. We were there till around 4:30 before they sent us home again. That was the 2nd time we showed up and the baby wasn't ready. HoHum. Today mom left again with Viola at 7am, after a long sleepless night. And now we wait.
Something happened while we were at the hospital early this morning. I noticed how nice the RN who was taking care of Viola was. It seems to be that nurses and doctors are generally nice people (gasp? yeah i know..). I used to hate hospitals. In fact I never ever wanted to work in one. (still not convinced) But for the first time I saw what a hospital really is. It's not the bad lighting, the tiled floors and long corridors. It's not the dials and the equipment and bio hazard trash cans. Not at all. It's the people. I've been going to a hand therapist for my football injured pinky for about a month and the Doctor keeps saying that his work isn't an exact science. Well it seems to be that it can also be said for all of medicine. Watching shows like House, Scrubs, and Grays Anatomy really proves that doctors and nurses do a whole lot of guess work. The friendly RN last night commented on how she was a happy to be a baby nurse. At one point she had switched to the Chemo Therapy ward and left after finding it to depressing. Wow, these people have feeeelings?! It's not just blood, guts, bandages, and dosages measured out in "cc's" (yeah, i don't know). I have NEVER been interested in medicine, but finally seeing past the sterile hospital haze of cold instruments and gloved hands gives me a new respect for these people... and just one more thing to think about.
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