Hmmm, not always, I chime in. What am I referring to? The maternity ward...or as we nurses call it L and D. Yes, there are many times I have the pleasure of gazing into absolute newness and innocence and I adore those days. And they are most days....a fantastic and reliable great percentage of days. But when it is bad....when it is gut-wrenching, when it brings you to your knees in tears.....it is bad.
Recently I had such a day, which inevitably turns into a week of sorrow, and then spills into the next week from the shear emotion and lability of it all. An unsuspecting staff, undeserving parents and an innocent baby that passed without warning. And we all cried. And we all thought, and tried to examine and re-examine to no avail. Life is unfair, but God....well God enables healing and is sweet and loving in his grace. I say this as the parents were gracious and thankful for their preciously savored time they did have with their baby. Gracious when others would have been angry, thankful when others would have been questioning.
So, yes, L and D is a great place. Most...thank God....most days are happy and filled with flowers and balloons and smiling family members and sweet smelling babies. And it all gives testament to the brevity, the fragility of life. And I cling to those happy times, to stiffen my back when its horrid.
Recently I had such a day, which inevitably turns into a week of sorrow, and then spills into the next week from the shear emotion and lability of it all. An unsuspecting staff, undeserving parents and an innocent baby that passed without warning. And we all cried. And we all thought, and tried to examine and re-examine to no avail. Life is unfair, but God....well God enables healing and is sweet and loving in his grace. I say this as the parents were gracious and thankful for their preciously savored time they did have with their baby. Gracious when others would have been angry, thankful when others would have been questioning.
So, yes, L and D is a great place. Most...thank God....most days are happy and filled with flowers and balloons and smiling family members and sweet smelling babies. And it all gives testament to the brevity, the fragility of life. And I cling to those happy times, to stiffen my back when its horrid.
