I really don't think there's anything more beautiful in this world than a newborn baby. So innocent and pure. I guess that's why it really pisses me off when a baby comes into this world already tainted by the mistakes of its mother.
At least our sweet Jane's mother had the presence of mind to drop her off in a safe place. The stars aligned for this baby to have the best medic in the city at her disposal -- to give her the best of care and not give up on her. Her own guardian angel.
Okay, yes, you're right. I am sucking up just a little. Trying to make amends for whatever it was I did or said to piss Nancy off so badly. She's refusing to take my calls. So, I've been killing myself trying to figure this out on my own. But I think I've got it -- maybe.
Her time with Jane was special... personal... private. And I defiled the sanctity (for lack of a better word) of that time. And, I could be totally off base here, but there might be a biological clock factor to this too.
But the thing is (and I know she doesn't realize this), Nancy could talk to me about this kind of stuff. I mean, I know I can't totally relate, but I can understand the pull of family. I'd tell her that it's a natural thing. It's nothing to be ashamed or afraid of.
But maybe it goes deeper than that. Maybe she's starting to wonder if Rabbit would be a good father. That's a whole other internal struggle. Okay, on second thought, I better stay outta this.
It's weird. Babies are unlike any other patients. The first baby I delivered -- I keep his picture in my locker. I look at it every day. He starts all my shifts, makes me smile. He reminds me why I do this job. He reminds me that life is an amazing thing. But I guess for Nancy, this particular baby is causing all kinds of turmoil. I just hope she finds her way without incurring or inflicting too much damage.
Pace a voi.
At least our sweet Jane's mother had the presence of mind to drop her off in a safe place. The stars aligned for this baby to have the best medic in the city at her disposal -- to give her the best of care and not give up on her. Her own guardian angel.
Okay, yes, you're right. I am sucking up just a little. Trying to make amends for whatever it was I did or said to piss Nancy off so badly. She's refusing to take my calls. So, I've been killing myself trying to figure this out on my own. But I think I've got it -- maybe.
Her time with Jane was special... personal... private. And I defiled the sanctity (for lack of a better word) of that time. And, I could be totally off base here, but there might be a biological clock factor to this too.
But the thing is (and I know she doesn't realize this), Nancy could talk to me about this kind of stuff. I mean, I know I can't totally relate, but I can understand the pull of family. I'd tell her that it's a natural thing. It's nothing to be ashamed or afraid of.
But maybe it goes deeper than that. Maybe she's starting to wonder if Rabbit would be a good father. That's a whole other internal struggle. Okay, on second thought, I better stay outta this.
It's weird. Babies are unlike any other patients. The first baby I delivered -- I keep his picture in my locker. I look at it every day. He starts all my shifts, makes me smile. He reminds me why I do this job. He reminds me that life is an amazing thing. But I guess for Nancy, this particular baby is causing all kinds of turmoil. I just hope she finds her way without incurring or inflicting too much damage.
Pace a voi.
