Last week, she gave me condolences about my loss. It always warms my heart for a patient to take a second out of a time that is really meant for her and say something. I have a sign at the check-in desk, informing patients I had a loss. Some days I receive no comments and my daughter’s existence remains silent, other days I could have three or four people say something. But this patient became special, when she went a step further.
“How big was she?” she asked.
My heart swelled! It’s didn’t end, when I said my usual, “thank you. And thank you for saying something.” I got to say more!
“Five pounds four ounces,” I announced proudly. “She was born at 36 weeks, so she was a little early.”
“She was beautiful.” She had not only taken the time to read my sign, but she had looked at the photo beneath the words.
“She was, wasn’t she? Thank you! She looked big for her weight. She was a little chunker!” I grinned.
For that moment, I got to be a mom. Those four little words opened me up, allowing the pride and love I have for my daughter spill out. I hope she knows how much her extra effort made my day.
Have you had any experiences like this, where you felt more like a traditional mom than a babyloss mom?