The Value of a Nurse
It was a familiar walk. One I had made countless times. Over the years I had entered the Children's hospital Operating Room (OR) on a regular basis to observe and support surgeons during surgery. It was my job. I worked for a minimally invasive surgical device company and I loved it. But, today's trip up to the second floor was not for work. This time was different. This time I was on the other side of the double doors marked, "Authorized personnel only." They were doors I had walked through many times, but had never been forced to wait behind. Today would be filled with deja vu and reflection because today the little person walking down the long corridor to the OR was my son. My little boy. My everything. And I was overcome by emotion. What must he be thinking? I was his mommy and I was handing him over to complete strangers in scary masks and hats. I told him to do whatever they asked and had allowed them to poke h...