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rainbowfic2013-04-29 11:59 pm
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Sherry #3, Ember #25, Fever Red #7
Name: shadowsong26, after kay_brooke
Story: Memorable
'Verse: Unusual Florida
Colors: Sherry #3. A grace without a friend, Ember #25. Wand, Fever Red #7. immune response
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Earth Day: Recycle), collage, reimaging, canvas, acrylic, glitter (shame)
Word Count: 845
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sherri, Brenda
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. The original can be found here.
I've seen a lot of women.
I mean, yes, that's sort of the definition of being an OBGYN. But I only started my residency a year and a half ago, and they're already sort of blurring together. Hopefully, once I have an actual practice of my own and do more than ultrasound after ultrasound after freaking ultrasound, the women will be more than bellies and blurred faces for me. Which isn't to say I don't care, and...I guess I'm lucky, that I haven't found something so tragically wrong with a baby that I can't forget it.
And it doesn't mean none of these women are memorable. There was the one very sweet-looking surrogate who came in with the baby's future parents; a kind of intimidating woman who brought her spouse and her sperm donor, and the two of them spent the whole appointment arguing; the woman whose husband fainted when I found the second heartbeat and told them they were having twins...see, I do remember some. Not many, but some.
I sort of wish I didn't remember this one.
"Is the baby healthy?" The mother-to-be had brought her own mother, who very clearly did not want to be there, did not approve. And, sure, the girl was young, but...I mean, honestly, couldn't the woman make a tiny effort not to make this any harder on her daughter?
I didn't say that, of course. Unprofessional and all that. So I put on my best smile and answered like she genuinely cared. "From first look, everything seems to be in the right place."
No response. Not that I'd expected one.
It was late enough that I could tell, so I asked if they wanted to know the sex, and--Grandma of the Year actually surprised me.
"Yes."
So she actually does give a damn, even if she's pissed. Or maybe she just wants as much information as possible so she can bully her daughter into giving up the baby. And she'd probably succeed. Just by staring her down, Grandma managed to change her mind about knowing the sex--she had said no.
The baby was a boy, and that brief flare of interest seemed to backtrack behind that wall of icy disdain. I kept going anyway, because I may be new at this and I may seriously not like the support the mom-to-be brought with her, but I do my job.
I only stopped when the poor kid started crying.
One of my more callous classmates at med school pointed out the advantage of OBGYN was that you get 'two patients for the price of one.' I punched him for that, because what a dick, but he had a point. We're not like other doctors, or even pediatricians--every patient we have, we have two heartbeats to track, two people to look after. And that does appeal to me, though I wouldn't put it the way Dickface McGee did.
The baby's heart was still fine, but Future Mom's...
"Do you feel okay? Is there anything else you'd like me to explain?"
"She's fine," Grandma snapped, but I ignored her. I have two patients in front of me, and she ain't one of them.
"Have you seen enough, Sherri?" I asked.
"I--I want--"
I smiled as encouragingly as I knew how. "What do you want?"
"Are you sure it's a boy?" she asked, which I was more than halfway sure wasn't the question she'd started with, but probably whatever she really wanted to know she couldn't ask in front of Grandma. "Really sure?"
"At this point in gestation, we can tell sex at ninety-nine percent accuracy," I assured her. "So, yes, he's almost certainly a boy."
"Thank you," she said, and I smiled again and helped her clean up.
Clearly beyond done with this whole event, Grandma made some comment I'm sure was bitchy and sashayed out of the room.
And...hell. I'd seen teen moms before, but...well, usually if they're getting any prenatal care at all, they have an excellent support system. That one surrogate I remember clearly was seventeen (so not technically a hired surrogate, so I probably shouldn't call her that, but anyway). This mom--Sherri--she had...well, with a mom like that, I kind of wondered if she wouldn't be better off with no one.
But that wasn't something I could tell her, so instead I took out a business card and wrote my number on the back. "Here's my personal number. If you have any questions at all, please call me."
She took it and pocketed it without a word, but I hope she'd gotten the unspoken message.
If you need help from someone not laser-focused on how you screwed up...
Once she'd left, I changed the paper on the exam table, cleaned the wand, wrote up my notes, and went to call the next lady in.
Like I said. I see a lot of women. And most of them I don't really remember. I hope, someday, I can remember Sherri for her happy ending.
Even though I know I probably won't.
Story: Memorable
'Verse: Unusual Florida
Colors: Sherry #3. A grace without a friend, Ember #25. Wand, Fever Red #7. immune response
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Earth Day: Recycle), collage, reimaging, canvas, acrylic, glitter (shame)
Word Count: 845
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sherri, Brenda
Warnings: None
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. The original can be found here.
I've seen a lot of women.
I mean, yes, that's sort of the definition of being an OBGYN. But I only started my residency a year and a half ago, and they're already sort of blurring together. Hopefully, once I have an actual practice of my own and do more than ultrasound after ultrasound after freaking ultrasound, the women will be more than bellies and blurred faces for me. Which isn't to say I don't care, and...I guess I'm lucky, that I haven't found something so tragically wrong with a baby that I can't forget it.
And it doesn't mean none of these women are memorable. There was the one very sweet-looking surrogate who came in with the baby's future parents; a kind of intimidating woman who brought her spouse and her sperm donor, and the two of them spent the whole appointment arguing; the woman whose husband fainted when I found the second heartbeat and told them they were having twins...see, I do remember some. Not many, but some.
I sort of wish I didn't remember this one.
"Is the baby healthy?" The mother-to-be had brought her own mother, who very clearly did not want to be there, did not approve. And, sure, the girl was young, but...I mean, honestly, couldn't the woman make a tiny effort not to make this any harder on her daughter?
I didn't say that, of course. Unprofessional and all that. So I put on my best smile and answered like she genuinely cared. "From first look, everything seems to be in the right place."
No response. Not that I'd expected one.
It was late enough that I could tell, so I asked if they wanted to know the sex, and--Grandma of the Year actually surprised me.
"Yes."
So she actually does give a damn, even if she's pissed. Or maybe she just wants as much information as possible so she can bully her daughter into giving up the baby. And she'd probably succeed. Just by staring her down, Grandma managed to change her mind about knowing the sex--she had said no.
The baby was a boy, and that brief flare of interest seemed to backtrack behind that wall of icy disdain. I kept going anyway, because I may be new at this and I may seriously not like the support the mom-to-be brought with her, but I do my job.
I only stopped when the poor kid started crying.
One of my more callous classmates at med school pointed out the advantage of OBGYN was that you get 'two patients for the price of one.' I punched him for that, because what a dick, but he had a point. We're not like other doctors, or even pediatricians--every patient we have, we have two heartbeats to track, two people to look after. And that does appeal to me, though I wouldn't put it the way Dickface McGee did.
The baby's heart was still fine, but Future Mom's...
"Do you feel okay? Is there anything else you'd like me to explain?"
"She's fine," Grandma snapped, but I ignored her. I have two patients in front of me, and she ain't one of them.
"Have you seen enough, Sherri?" I asked.
"I--I want--"
I smiled as encouragingly as I knew how. "What do you want?"
"Are you sure it's a boy?" she asked, which I was more than halfway sure wasn't the question she'd started with, but probably whatever she really wanted to know she couldn't ask in front of Grandma. "Really sure?"
"At this point in gestation, we can tell sex at ninety-nine percent accuracy," I assured her. "So, yes, he's almost certainly a boy."
"Thank you," she said, and I smiled again and helped her clean up.
Clearly beyond done with this whole event, Grandma made some comment I'm sure was bitchy and sashayed out of the room.
And...hell. I'd seen teen moms before, but...well, usually if they're getting any prenatal care at all, they have an excellent support system. That one surrogate I remember clearly was seventeen (so not technically a hired surrogate, so I probably shouldn't call her that, but anyway). This mom--Sherri--she had...well, with a mom like that, I kind of wondered if she wouldn't be better off with no one.
But that wasn't something I could tell her, so instead I took out a business card and wrote my number on the back. "Here's my personal number. If you have any questions at all, please call me."
She took it and pocketed it without a word, but I hope she'd gotten the unspoken message.
If you need help from someone not laser-focused on how you screwed up...
Once she'd left, I changed the paper on the exam table, cleaned the wand, wrote up my notes, and went to call the next lady in.
Like I said. I see a lot of women. And most of them I don't really remember. I hope, someday, I can remember Sherri for her happy ending.
Even though I know I probably won't.
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This is one of my favorite things
You made this realy beautiful and touching /again/ and in a different way than before.
Thank you so much for posting this!
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I loved the original piece! I definately love this one as well! ^^
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