I’ve mentioned helper hand doc. There were so many, but a few made their mark on our memories. Mar was born Labor Day weekend. So, it was three days before we met some of whom would be our regulars. It was a revolving door until then, and so many questions.
The interesting fact about that doc is that he wasn’t her doc. And I often wonder if our disbelief in his
prognosis was not what he was looking for. I’ve heard he is the best. Highly recommended. I would not say a bad word about a hospital that took care of my baby- she is thriving. But, hope is often what docs can not give and he didn’t try. We liked him at the start, but he was not it and thus we move to Dr B.
I mentioned her super hero like presence in my mind, but she is small in stature and quiet in voice. You can see she is far more intellectual, with her beautiful eyes and dark hair. Professional in appearance donning the true white coat. Her hair neatly pulled back. I wish I had a picture of that day I met her. I can only imagine it again in my mind. I can see it though clear as day, but pictures tell it in a way that my words can’t. She was confident but not vocal until no one said anything more and then it was time and she took over. She conferred. But in the end she said it was time and it floored us. We still talk about it. She, the only one in the room said now and we just knew. Like a first date, we knew she was one.
Dr F was genuine from the start. Her deep and heavily enunciated words. She exuded comfort and security, years of experience under her belt and when it came to grafting she had the knowledge. She always came masked and in yellow vellum. I’m sure she saw so many patients and it comforted me that she was careful to not transfer anything from patient to patient. I didn’t see her face, I couldn’t place her, but it never mattered. She was our doc with Dr B while we resided on the Burn unit.
Dr S was the first doc I met. He was tall and dark haired. He was searching and searching hard. He wanted to know what was wrong with our child and how to fix it. He wanted answers and couldn’t give us anything. Her workup was extensive. The hospital was doing a research study on Adams Orient syndrome and he thought for sure she was the one. But not everything matched up. Like a bullseye you hope to hit, he zeroed in on that and it just wasn’t. I appreciated his drive, but it ended by the week and he moved hospital rotations. They all do after so many days. My mom said after Mar went back to surgery that he stopped in the room. He seemed sad he missed her leaving. That stuck with me....
Barb, Danielle and Jenn. It wouldn’t be fair to talk of the others without mentioning the three amigos. They were there from the start and didn’t wince once. Marley’s hand was wrapped to keep what was there from drying out. Or to help it heal. Or all of it. I think each time they unwrapped it. Skilled and swift. But meticulous. They always came in like rays of sunshine and I was so sad if we missed them while grabbing lunch or something. There were times when it looked so bad to me and they were giddy over how well it was doing. In a world where they saw burn sights daily they doled out peace. Barb’s no nonesence policy was on point. Marley would always be in good hands there. When we left I missed them. And still do, but grateful we don’t have to see them.... if only for now.
I’ll share the nurses another time. Docs may be super hero’s, but Nurses are your best friends.
The interesting fact about that doc is that he wasn’t her doc. And I often wonder if our disbelief in his
prognosis was not what he was looking for. I’ve heard he is the best. Highly recommended. I would not say a bad word about a hospital that took care of my baby- she is thriving. But, hope is often what docs can not give and he didn’t try. We liked him at the start, but he was not it and thus we move to Dr B.
I mentioned her super hero like presence in my mind, but she is small in stature and quiet in voice. You can see she is far more intellectual, with her beautiful eyes and dark hair. Professional in appearance donning the true white coat. Her hair neatly pulled back. I wish I had a picture of that day I met her. I can only imagine it again in my mind. I can see it though clear as day, but pictures tell it in a way that my words can’t. She was confident but not vocal until no one said anything more and then it was time and she took over. She conferred. But in the end she said it was time and it floored us. We still talk about it. She, the only one in the room said now and we just knew. Like a first date, we knew she was one.
Dr F was genuine from the start. Her deep and heavily enunciated words. She exuded comfort and security, years of experience under her belt and when it came to grafting she had the knowledge. She always came masked and in yellow vellum. I’m sure she saw so many patients and it comforted me that she was careful to not transfer anything from patient to patient. I didn’t see her face, I couldn’t place her, but it never mattered. She was our doc with Dr B while we resided on the Burn unit.
Dr S was the first doc I met. He was tall and dark haired. He was searching and searching hard. He wanted to know what was wrong with our child and how to fix it. He wanted answers and couldn’t give us anything. Her workup was extensive. The hospital was doing a research study on Adams Orient syndrome and he thought for sure she was the one. But not everything matched up. Like a bullseye you hope to hit, he zeroed in on that and it just wasn’t. I appreciated his drive, but it ended by the week and he moved hospital rotations. They all do after so many days. My mom said after Mar went back to surgery that he stopped in the room. He seemed sad he missed her leaving. That stuck with me....
Barb, Danielle and Jenn. It wouldn’t be fair to talk of the others without mentioning the three amigos. They were there from the start and didn’t wince once. Marley’s hand was wrapped to keep what was there from drying out. Or to help it heal. Or all of it. I think each time they unwrapped it. Skilled and swift. But meticulous. They always came in like rays of sunshine and I was so sad if we missed them while grabbing lunch or something. There were times when it looked so bad to me and they were giddy over how well it was doing. In a world where they saw burn sights daily they doled out peace. Barb’s no nonesence policy was on point. Marley would always be in good hands there. When we left I missed them. And still do, but grateful we don’t have to see them.... if only for now.
I’ll share the nurses another time. Docs may be super hero’s, but Nurses are your best friends.
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