The Fab Four!

My job is a very special one: We help children. We watch them grow. We bandage their wounds. We take care of them when they're sick. We listen to their hearts. We prevent great illness. We take foreign bodies out of their nose. We help them breath. We clean their ears. We give them medicine, some like it... some don't. Often they cry, but we make them smile and (this is very important) we give them stickers!

We see a lot of children and a whole lot of babies. They are all too cute. Some are big and some are very small. Some are round and some are a little tall. Some are quiet and some are not. Some are mean and some are snots (just kidding...or maybe I'm not) Some parents are a little bit much but we always remember, it's the children that give us so much. We see so many, it hard to remember. Is your name Tanner, Taylor, oh yeah it's Trevor!

It's a great place, that place where I work... I feel bad to feel so bad, kind of like a big jerk. I want to stop rhyming but instead I can't stop crying. Today I met an angel. He didn't even need wings. Now all I can think of is his poor parents home alone with all of his things. For a moment today I spent time with this child. The moment too brief, now this grief is driving me wild!!!

Before I was a mother, this medicine fascinated me. How could I have looked at these situations with any kind of glee? Oh, this baby, he was something else. They all are. So why did he have to have bad health? All day today, we all tried to work. But still inside we felt pain and hurt. He wasn't even our patient, another doctor near by. All I can do is ponder why, can't someone tell me why? I think my goodness I just barely played with his toes. Oh this poor baby, that I didn't even know. I just checked his oxygen, his breathing was fine. I need to go home where I have been blessed and I can spend time with mine.

I wanted to write a blog to tell about this cute little guy, a sweet angel that didn't have to die. I don't understand, all I can do is bawl. I didn't even mean to write a poem, not at all...