“Oh hey!” I could hear my assistant greet my next patient. “You’re doing it again? How’s the baby?”
They were all smiles and celebrations.
“Great- he’s in the other room! How’s yours?”
The niceties were genuine and went back and forth for a few minutes. The patient and my assistant had been pregnant at the same time and so their faces were pleasant reminders of each other’s pregnancies.
I easedropped until I couldn’t take it anymore. I yearned to be in one of their shoes for just a moment. Sure, they each have their own struggles, but at that moment I was deaf to them. All I could think of is not only did I lose my child, but I lost out on all the things that follow- the big and the little. Oh, to be able to have a simple moment like that, remembering my pregnancy fondly with someone else and talking giddily over my living child.
Do you have small moments of jealousy? What do you yearn for?