Dear Wretched Woman at the hospital today,
Let me be the first to assure you that I have decided to give you a ‘free pass’ for your ignorance this morning. I am trying to imagine that you must be very concerned about the woman in the wheel chair you were pushing around….and that you somehow felt justified in taking your concern out on my very sick 2 year old son.
My sweet boy has been running a fever somewhere over 100 degrees for the last 3 days. While he has maintained his sunny disposition, he spiked at 102.4 (under his arm) this morning before the doctor and then a frightening 103.4 (also under the arm) at the doctor. Since the doctor ruled out pneumonia, strep throat and an ear infection….he wanted Coop to have blood drawn to make sure there wasn’t something more serious than a nasty virus going on.
It was, of course, at the hospital that we had the pleasure of crossing your path. You snapped at the (very nice) lab tech when she asked if you were ready. Apparently you needed ‘at least 20 more minutes’ to finish your paperwork for the wheelchair woman. So, we were ushered into the one-room lab. It was as my little boy cried in pain while they tried unsuccessfully to find the vein in his left arm that you felt compelled to come over and demand that the door be closed ‘so you didn’t have to listen to ‘that’ (meaning my son’s pain). If I hadn’t had my arms full of my little angel…and been unwilling to let go of him while he suffered, I might have taken you out right there. THIS IS A HOSPITAL AND HE IS SICK! Shut your rude mouth and get out of my site before I cause a scene.
You can be rude to me. But in my world, it is UNACCEPTABLE for you to verbally attack my child….especially when he is so very sick. He was lying limp in my arms, clinging to me with what little energy he had left, radiating heat like laundry just pulled from the dryer, begging me to hold him (even though I’d never let him go) and you had the AUDACITY to not only think that his cries were annoying you (bad karma if ever there was some to be had) but you decided to demand his cries be muffled for your benefit.
The poor lab tech had obviously had enough of you since she told me she wished she wanted to snap back at you, but she could lose her job. If I had been able to yank my jaw off the floor more quickly, I would have said something right away. But I was in shock.
I was still in shock as the techs moved on to Coop’s right arm and his hot tears stung my arm as they fell. I was still in shock as he cried out, “Mommy, it hurts!” and “Mommy, hold me!”. I was still in shock as my tears started to fall into his blond hair, mixing with the sweat pouring from his forehead.
However, I couldn’t resist making eye contact with you as I left (it would have been hard not to since you were practically blocking the door as I tried to carry my limp child out) and yes, I was talking TO YOU when I said ‘Wretched Woman’ as our eyes met. And, yes, I know you heard me when Delaney asked, “who’s a wretched woman, Mommy?” and I replied, standing about 3 feet from you, “that woman right there in the red shirt with the long brown hair. She is the one who was mean about Cooper when he was crying.”
To your credit, you didn’t respond…saving me the effort of body slamming you while keeping my children safe.
As I said, I’m giving you a free pass. Your life must be pretty bad in order for you to direct your frustration at a helpless, sick toddler. So, I won’t waste my time turning one of Delaney’s dolls into a voo-doo replica of you.
But, I’m not above giving you a little friendly advice. Try to avoid antagonizing the mommy of a sick child. We are tough. We can be fierce. (I’m stronger than I look) And we will do anything to protect our little ones.