“Is the baby at home particularly fun?” “Is it satisfying to watch the baby grow up every day?” After the baby is born, there is often such a sound around him.
“It’s a little grind!” I answered every time, with discomfort and exhaustion that was “tortured” by my baby. However, the smile of the ear is about to grin, but it is telling others: I like this little guy so much!
As my baby grows up, my dadless rookie dad has gradually changed his mindset. Together with the role of father, I was “given” by the baby, and I had a softer heart. It made me more patient and tolerant in my future work. I also learned to cherish and be grateful for the moment.
In the adult world, people’s sorrows and joys are not connected, “empathy” is always difficult, at least I think so. The window work is busy and boring, to be fair, before, my understanding of “transposition thinking” and “standing in the perspective of the patient” has only remained on the surface.
I remember it was a winter outbreak of flu, I was on night shift. There are a lot of patients, and there is a lot of pressure in the emergency department. There is a long queue in the pharmacy window. Most of them are parents of children waiting anxiously. While distributing medicines for emergency and inpatients, I also had to receive consultation calls from time to time. At that time, I was so busy with sweat.
“Can you hurry up! You keep talking on the phone and keep our kids waiting?” Suddenly, a voice interrupted my work rhythm.
“The ward is also in a hurry to take the medicine, and I will reply in half a minute…” I explained.
“For your child? Hurry up…”
Before, I was frustrated whenever I thought about this experience. Now that I have my own child, I am relieved. When I met younger parents, grandpas and grandpas with babies, I was also unconsciously more enthusiastic because I was able to “empathize”. Gradually, I learned to bring this enthusiasm to face each patient, make myself more patient, more tolerant, more careful, more enthusiastic, and do my best to make the suffering patients feel relatives Warm.
It is always said that parents are the best teachers for children. For me, is the baby not my teacher? Learning to “cherish and be thankful” is the first thing my baby taught me.
I remember the day after the baby was born. His colleagues in responsible obstetrics and neonatology suggested that the baby should be hospitalized for observation because of suspected infection symptoms. Fortunately, the baby was not in danger. However, while the baby was in the hospital, my lover and I did indeed live like new years, as if a big piece of vacancy was left in my heart, and I looked at the photos taken by good colleagues every day to resolve the pain of Acacia. Now, whenever my lover is tired of appeasing the crying child and wants to “surrender”, I will always ridicule the child: “Dazhuang (baby nickname), when you were hospitalized, your mother said to wait You must hold you in your arms every day when you come back.
Only when we lose do we understand how to cherish, An Yi will always dilute our gratitude. Because of that hospitalization experience, I became more grateful for the baby’s hard work and the support of my family for my work, and I became more able to understand the patient’s state of mind.
I often face many small patients, and sometimes I see the child’s mother with a sad face. The father who was the first father stays by my side. Although I don’t express well, I always love deeply. If mother love is like a trickling stream, then father love is like a towering mountain, silent and silent, but extremely heavy. Like a boat, it carries the expectations and dreams of children; it is like a tree, sheltering the children from the wind and snow.
The baby is a gift from heaven. He taught us to face life with a more positive and optimistic attitude. Because of him, I feel the integrity of life; because of him, my sometimes tired heart has a place to live. While accompanying the baby’s growth, why don’t we ourselves grow up?