I had to work on the fourth of July...so no picnic, no beach, no family outing...but I don't really mind for I got to work with my good friends and we had a potluck and one of the doctor's bought us even more food. It was a nice day - not too many patients.I got to take care of the sweetest little lady. She was Hipanic but had taken English classes and she said that her instructor told her she had to talk to us in English. She really did quite well and we had no problem communicating with each other.
She had the cutest little baby girl and after the delivery I got ready to take her out to postpartum when I remembered that we had some cute red/white and blue hats that someone had made for us. So I grabbed her one for her baby and said, "Happy 4th of July to your new little firecracker!"
She was so happy to get that little gift and as we were walking down the hall she clutched it to her chest and with tears in her eyes, said, "I am so proud that my baby was born on the 4th of July. On independence day, in a country where we have lots of freedoms!"
She had such a special view of the day and all that it means. It made me stop and think how complacent we become and how we forget that we do live in a special place and need to be proud of that. To fly our flags and wear our red,white and blue and Thank God for our country. I want to feel as proud as my patient feels and remember how blessed we are!
Oh...and I did get to go shoot off fireworks at my parents in the evening...and I did it with a proud heart...What a special day! Even if Erika did set a bush on fire - so much for 'safe and sane' legal fireworks!
