Angel
Last night I had a dream about Angeles. She was my first baby patient, just barely 4 months old when I met her, and also was the first patient I've lost to death. Her death was hard. I had grown really attached to her, and it took me a lot to accept babies as patients again after her. I awoke crying this morning. After all this time, almost a year (she died the 19th of June of 2008) I'm still mourning her. It is really difficult to talk about it, but at the same time I feel the need to mention it.
In a way, I'm sure this little angel let me know about another of my patients, a baby boy named Roman, whom, after three long months in the hospital, was finally released. His parents texted me today, message I've read just after waking up shaken, to ask me to go see him in his house, and it was good: He is so big now. He is not totally healthy, but is good to have him back.
I'm in my home now, thinking about how life is... Even if sometimes, something can make you sad, the next minute you receive some news that will make you feel better. I still think this two events, my dream and the release, are somehow conectted, I don't know why, but I feel like it.
In a way, I'm sure this little angel let me know about another of my patients, a baby boy named Roman, whom, after three long months in the hospital, was finally released. His parents texted me today, message I've read just after waking up shaken, to ask me to go see him in his house, and it was good: He is so big now. He is not totally healthy, but is good to have him back.
I'm in my home now, thinking about how life is... Even if sometimes, something can make you sad, the next minute you receive some news that will make you feel better. I still think this two events, my dream and the release, are somehow conectted, I don't know why, but I feel like it.