I was so euphoric, at last I am a mom. I can relate and emphatize with all the mothers I try to comfort, or at least they can feel more sincerity in my tone and say that I really understand how they feel.
I was sobbing when we reached the ER, a lot of people who knew me in the hospital saw me lose it for the first time. The ER doctor checked my son’s vitals, inserted IV which they attempted thrice because his skin was mottled. His fever was up to 40 degrees celcius. I never really realized how frightening it is to be a mom of a very sick child until I became one. I see them everyday, I talk to them and comfort them but I was doing that because it is something expected of me, because my profession calls for it. I never totally understood them until that day, when I was in their shoes…I was not a doctor that day, I was a frantic mom who was so worried about her son, and no amount of comforting words from anybody in that ER made me feel better. That experience was my worst nightmare…but it surely made me a better doctor.