Thank you
Thank you – two small words, and ones that are used in abundance every day. The picture hidden behind them can be something tiny like passing the salt or something huge.
Have you ever wished you could say ‘thank you’ to someone, for something they had done when at the time you weren’t able? I got the chance to do that at the weekend.
Coming up to 5years ago now I had my second child, Douglas. It was a healthy pregnancy – ‘textbook’ you could say. The birth, however, not so much. I remember the midwife, very calmly, asking me to hand over my baby; it was only moments after I had been allowed to cradle him so I felt very confused, she hurried me and asked my husband to push the large red button behind the bed. I saw, then, that the white bed sheets I was lying on had turned red, it wasn’t long before my vision became cloudy and my head hit the pillow behind me. The room filled with people already in conversation and a figure approached me with syringes of blood, another holding a document I had to sign.
I don’t remember much else, apart from the look on my husband’s face when I was wheeled out of the room, he was holding our son but there was no glint of happiness or delight that you would expect. I needed an emergency blood transfusion and hysterectomy operation that day, and it was only because of the determination of the man in charge of the operation that I survived. (I’m sure I was hanging on for dear life also, not going to get rid of me that easily)
I was at a friend’s wedding on Saturday and the Mother of the groom said that there was someone that wanted to ask my permission to talk to me; it turned out to be the man who was in charge of my operation. I got the chance to say thank you for everything he and his team did to keep me alive, he said he was glad see me looking so well because he still remembers that day almost 5years ago. I had heard he had never been so scared in theatre that he might lose a young mother of a new born baby, he was willing me to pull through, and I did. I never got the chance to meet him after the op.
It brought back a lot of memories but I was so happy to meet him and say those two small words, though saying them this time meant everything.
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Autumn, I know what you mean about getting teary and I'm glad I managed to compose myself! About the card, that would actually be a great thing to do, I bet he would really appreciate it. x
Autumn and Kaz, I'm beaming over big hugs. x
I find the speech of real life is often better after an edit, espcially if there's a bit of emotion involved. I'm sure you came across just fine though and it must be great to be on the receiving end of such heartfelt thanks too.
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