Maternity posting

If only we were aware of what happens when we are asleep. Inside those tall buildings, someone is fighting for their life. Countless screams of pain, which never cross those walls. Hundreds of prayers with the hope that they will have another day to spend with their loved one.

If only we could see through the walls of those tall buildings. How the doctors are the only thing between patient's life and death. How their body aches but they can't stop working. That helpless feeling when they can not ameliorate their patient's pain. The anxiety of losing precious time everytime the attendants can't arrange drugs or blood on time. The pain of losing someone who they could have saved if things had gone right.

This week, my maternity posting has exposed me to the intricacies of both sides of this heart wrenching affair. It has taught me humility and compassion, which eases the pain patients and their loved ones go through. It has shown me the unbreakable spirit and dedication of a doctor, who won't spare a second until the patients are looked after. I really hope we were aware of what happens when we are asleep, inside the walls of those tall buildings. We wouldn't take people and life for granted. We would know what things can be like when life goes sideways. And what it is like to bring someone's life back on track.