My poor DH is still suffering. He sent this poor mother to the hospital to be induced on Thursday afternoon, but she ended up not able to deliver until he was on at the hospital early Saturday morning. So he ended up having to deliver the baby. 36 hours later. Had she delivered sooner, another doctor would have had to deliver the baby. What horrible luck. And oh the ordeal for the mother. Laboring for so many hours knowing that your poor baby is dead.
Oh, that poor mother. Oh, my poor husband.
I just have to say that I'm grateful that he's not jaded. I know that might sound strange to all of us who were so upset by this loss of life, but there are definitely doctors who need to harden in order to survive their jobs. My hubby is not one of them. It's harder to care, of course, but so much more human. I am grateful to be married to such a wonderful man!
Tonight he's back on and please pray all goes well. Let's hope for life and happiness!
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On another note, I must admit what I'm doing right now. I'm sitting at the computer, drinking a glass of wine (yes, I'm alone, unless you count my two kids) AND eating a piece of chocolate cake. My children, on the other hand, are using MY stepper and step aerobics video to exercise and have fun. I'm not kidding.Sad and pathetic, huh?
Does this mean I qualify for slacker mom status?
1 comment:
I remember that exact scenario happened on ER and I bawled (I was pregnant at the time) and my husband told me to get over it because stuff like that never happens in real life.
Gah.
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