So it was 5:45am. Dark. Hillary was asleep in bed. I was asleep on the pull-out couch. Again, it was 5:45am.
After a knock on our door, a male doctor enters and fumbles for the lights. He turns them all on and looks at a piece of paper in his hand as he walks over to Hillary.
Doctor: So how are you guys sleeping?
Hillary squints at him, confused.
Doctor: Do you have a foli in?
Hillary: A what?
Doctor: A catheter.
Hillary: No...
Doctor: Are you passing gas? Having regular bowel movements? Are you drinking water?
Hillary: Uh...
Doctor: Are you breastfeeding?
Hillary: What? No.
Doctor: Oh, have they not brought the baby back yet?
Hillary pulls her sheets down, revealing her giant stomach and baby monitors.
Hillary: I'm not due for 5 weeks.
The doctor looks wide eyed at his piece of paper, then back at Hillary. He gulps.
Doctor: Mrs. Davenport?
Hillary: No, Mrs. Smiley.
Doctor: I'm so sorry...
The doctor turns, hits the lights and is gone.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
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I guess it is good that he didn't bring a baby with him for you to feed. Hang in there and we will pray for more peace while you sleep. Silly doctors!
ReplyDeleteWoops! This story is funny but I am guessing it was not so funny at 5:45am. Silly docs is right!-Kerry
ReplyDeleteOh Gosh, American health care system at its finest. - Zeyna
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