Thank you, Dr. K, Anesthesiologist, for pushing everyone to get me into surgery. Thank you for saying, "She doesn't HAVE 5 minutes!" when more ultrasounds were ordered and for trying to get me out of the room so quickly that there were actual gashes in the wall where you were slamming my bed against it. Your quick actions may have saved my life. Thank you for laughing a bit when I asked you if you knew what blood type I was. I needed the humor.
Thank you, perinatologist Dr. B, for NOT putting me on heavy-duty anticoagulants during my pregnancy, even though I repeatedly asked you to. If you had, the bleed-out would have been that much faster and, well, bloodier.
Thank you, Dr. S, for telling the ladies at the book club you were hosting to get started without you. You ran some red lights on the way to the hospital. I will not complain. Thank you for laughing with me when I told you to "throw that damn thing in the trash" when you asked me if I realized you might have to do a hysterectomy. Thank you for showing me your vulnerability, tears of anxiety in your eyes, holding my hand while telling me it was time to knock me out for surgery. Thank you for stopping the bleeding and for saving my life. Thank you also for allowing me to try for a VBAC, but then also being OK with a repeat c-section. In hindsight, the VBAC was NOT the best thing for me. Thank you for letting me follow my own intuition.
Thank you, Nurse T, for holding my hand. You told me to look into your eyes and you said, "I'll take care of you." You helped me through the scariest (to date) moments of my life. I have asked Scott since if he remembered you, because I find no record of you at the hospital. Thank you anyway.
It's because of all of you that I was able to change my baby daughter's diaper,
help my 5 year old son brush his teeth,
text my husband on his business trip,
brush my hair,
wave a goodbye to my daughter as she trots happily into the school building under an aqua sky.
Because of your quick thinking, *I* get to do those things.
I am so, so eternally grateful,
so full of the purest form of gratitude.
I think it's time to get out the thank-you notes
7 comments:
Beautiful.
Oh Rach...I remember getting the text from you as I left Whole Foods and dropping everything in my arms as my children thought I was losing my mind. I just didn't care about anything but hugging my children tight and praising God that He brought you through all of that and used a wonderful medical staff to accomplish it.
I praise God now and say *ditto* to all of the thank you's so that I get to continue enjoying my dear friend!!!
my first thought,
if you can't find a record of this doctor was she an angel? I am sure others saw her, but for real can they be that 'real' and not have a hospital record?
that is the way my mind works. I always 'wonder'... wow.
You are very blessed, indded...go sneak a snuggle on that lil Phoebe!
I'm crying, Rachel. And I got goosebumps when you mentioned the nurse there is no record of. We had what I've called our angel nurse by my side when Ellis was born. He was the most calming, comforting presence and it seemed he couldn't be of this world as I reflected back. Glad you had one, too :)
Love this post. :)
Please pass along my gratitude as well.
Love you
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