In my job, I deal with not only patients but families. Working in pediatrics, I care for children. But I also care for their parents, siblings, grandparents, foster parents, guardians, etc. "Family Centered Care" it's called. And I love it. I love my job. I get to cuddle babies. I get to play with toddlers and kids of all ages. I get to watch them get better and send them home. It's an extremely rewarding career and I wouldn't change it for anything.
It's not unusual to hear things at work such as "Erin, your mum in 420 has just gone to Tim's for a coffee." Or, "Erin, your parents in 469 would like to chat with you when you have a chance." Today I heard the following:
"Erin, your dad's here."
So, what Tricia had meant was "Erin, your dad in 420 is here to take his son home."
But for one millisecond, maybe longer, I thought "Really?! What a great surprise!" And then the reality struck. And it was like day one all over again.
I think I thought that after nearly one year that ... I dunno ... that the pain would subside. But it doesn't. It won't.
