This hospital has thousands of staff. My husband seems to have a pretty good handle on who all the nurses are (go figure), but I've given up. I don't even bother anymore. Auto pilot. I usually plow into the NICU at full speed and head to my son's bed. If a nurse starts talking to me, I don't even look up. Sorry. I swear I'm listening but I don't care to know your name or your face because you'll be gone in 7 hours anyways.
My son had a procedure earlier today and I entirely forgot that I was warned that he might be moved to a different room afterwards.
I did my usual FULL SPEED AHEAD!!!! type walk into Son's OLD room. I'm staring at a baby, confused... hmmm... that's not my baby. Then I look around and realize there are a handful of people also staring at me, confused. A woman that I'm assuming was the mom, (with an almost pissed off expression because she's wondering why the hell I'm so close to her baby,) says, "I'm sorry, I don't think I've met you."
You're right. That's yours... Where's Mine?
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