A few days after Lucian was born, I felt compelled to write a thank you to the doctor that delivered him. He wasn’t my regular OB, and I wouldn’t say we “connected” or anything, but I felt immense gratitude to him for ensuring my safety, being present for most of my labor, and for taking his time and making eye contact whenever he spoke with me or Erik. I mailed it off two weeks ago, thinking that was the end of it, but last night, he called to say he’d received my card. He was really exuberant, and repeated more than once what a nice note it was, and that I did an absolutely wonderful job in labor, despite my fever and epidural troubles. He asked how Lucian was doing (by name), and said if the kid ever gives me any trouble to put him in touch, and he would set the record straight on what I went through to get him into the world. He closed by saying to tell Erik that he has a “super” wife, and thanks again for going out of my way to send such a sweet note.
I wouldn’t expect medical personnel to remember me necessarily, considering how many patients they see come and go, but he mentioned more than one detail that indicated either his remembrance of us, or that he took the time to consult my chart before calling, both of which are thoughtful. (Though Lucian’s name doesn’t show up in my medical records yet—he’s identified only as “Baby Boy”—so perhaps the former is the case.) The OB was a little bit of a business-as-usual, stoic kind of guy during labor and delivery, so I was surprised and touched by his easy, kind manner over the phone. I felt gratitude when I wrote the note, but it increased by tenfold after that phone call. Human connection is such a powerful thing.