A few weeks ago, I was sitting in my car outside of the hospital playing solitaire on my cell phone, waiting for my husband to receive some stitches. Typically, I would be back with him lending at least moral support. Now with COVID-19 precautions, the new normal required me to remain in the car. I must admit, I felt a bit annoyed, even though it was a routine procedure and my absence was minuscule.
As I looked out the windshield, I reflected how I never thought I would live to see things like this happening--the reports of new cases, death tolls rising. I was amazed that my regiment for going out was donning a mask and keeping a healthy supply of hand sanitizer. This train of thought put me in an upset mood.
Then, my gaze fell upon a heavily pregnant woman walking along the path on her way to the hospital. The sight of her brought back memories of when I was pregnant. I remember how our friends and family were able to visit the hospital before the actual birth and how my husband never left my side. I felt sorry for this woman, because there was a good chance she would not be able to have her natural supports with her in the hospital room since COVID-19 was ever present in our daily lives.
The phone game was not giving me any comfort at all. I didn't dare look at the news feed on my phone to increase my anxiety. I sat in my car, feeling myself growing more agitated. My breathing was becoming rapid, my leg was bouncing and my head was pounding. My simmering foul mood was becoming an all out boil.
The abrupt opening of the car door shook me from my pondering. My husband was back in the car. He told me how the doctor and nurses were as friendly as ever and he was well taken care of even though I was not in the room. My thought process promptly shifted to a hopeful one. I remembered when I was in the hospital for the birth of my son, not only was my husband there, but so were the nurses. They were so helpful and caring during my hard pangs of labor. The woman was on her way to a hospital where there were caring staff that would help her out in her due date time, I was sure of it.
It's very easy for me to become discouraged during these times. Memories of how things were can become cumbersome. However, I'm finding that by taking time to see what is going on at the moment eases the heaviness, and brings to light the good things that have stayed the same.
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