The doctor came out and stated something that left me stunned after a man complained about my daughter’s weeping.
I was rocking my three-week-old daughter while I sat in the waiting area. I hadn’t slept a bit for the preceding few nights because she had a fever and I was heartbroken by her incessant sobbing. But no matter how hard I tried, I was unable to soothe her.
Sitting close by was a man with a gleaming luxury watch on his wrist and an expensive suit. Every time my daughter cried, I could tell he was growing agitated.
Clearly irritated, he went to the nurse and remarked icily, “Can we expedite this? This is not worth my time at all! Then he turned to face me and said, “Can someone stop that kid from talking? I find the yelling intolerable.
The waiting area fell into a thick hush. With my child still crying, all eyes were on me, and I felt virtually invisible in my own pain.
The room began to fill with whispers. The doctor then emerged and walked over to us. He turned to me after giving the man a courteous greeting. I was stunned by what he said next.
“Feverish baby?” he inquired.
With some trepidation, I said, “Yes, she is three weeks old.”
Suddenly, the man yelled, “And I have chest pains, this could be a heart attack!”
The doctor gave him a chilly look. “While playing golf, you recently pulled a muscle. She comes first since this tiny one might not live until tonight.
After a long period of silence, the room erupted in cheers.
The man didn’t give me a single glance when my daughter and I left again.
