Newborn babies were one of the reasons I liked being an obstetric anaesthetist, one who looks after pain relief for laboring mums, women undergoing Caesarean sections and everything else to do with bringing babies safely into this world. I loved holding the little things, talking to them, generally coochy-cooing with them and taking pictures of them with their mum and dad (which incidentally becomes part of the job).
At social gatherings my son often used to jokingly warn parents of babies to watch out for me as I could easily steal one of their little ones. He knew I loved them.
Since I have got back to work, I have been doing the same job but I feel nothing when I look at the newborns. Nothing at all. I just look at them.
Today there was a bright eyed baby boy who caught my eye. He held my gaze for what seemed like a long time. His little facial muscles twitched frequently causing miniscule movements in his forehead, lips and cheeks but his eyes stayed locked in mine. At one point it seemed he was going to cry but he didn’t. He just looked at me.
I was taken by surprise. I was forced to say, “ Welcome, Trouble!”.
Recycling at its best.