At one week, I would bring each of my babies into the doctor for their first check up after being discharged from the hospital. When my 4th baby (and final baby *weepy sniff*) was born, our doctor’s office had moved locations. So when I brought my 4th baby to our doctor, I felt like I was bringing him to a brand spanking new doctor.
What made it even more like a first-time visit to a new doctor (instead of our old family friend) was that a new nurse roomed us; not our favorite nurse of all time. Not only was this a new nurse, but this nurse was…..male! Okay, so technically, he was a medical assistant, but when you are only one week post partum being incredibly sleep deprived and especially when the person is wearing scrub clothes, you don’t worry about the definitions and titles. To me, he was a nurse.
In the past 18 months since that first initial visit, he has become a regular part of our visit to the doctor. We have learned that his favorite color is green, that he likes to golf, and that he has no idea where our town is. Now we expect to see him.
Well, him or our first favorite nurse of all time!
They are my people and I can’t visit our doctor without my people.
What do scrubs make you think of?