I took a new job inside a hospital. I have to walk through the maternity ward to get to work. Today, on my third day, I asked what the little music meant. I thought perhaps it was someone’s cell phone, or a nearby office’s phone or music.
Turns out, they play a little musical piece every time a baby is born.
The women who told me were all tender and misty when they explained. “Isn’t it precious?” “It is such a sweet practice!”
It’s my defense mechanism to make a joke, or a sarcastic comment. I responded with, “it’s almost so sweet, it’s nauseating”. Because, isn’t it easier to deflect than to admit that those notes cut through to my heart once I knew what they were?
katharinewink 
*GROAN* I’m sorry. That is waaaay more than I could handle.
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I work in a hospital too – where they play “Twinkle, twinkle little star” every time a baby is born. I hate that song now.
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Ouch! I like the response you gave. If only some people knew what it’s like for us…. Course if you took me back 5 years or so I probably would have thought it was an awesome idea to play the music. Interesting how infertility changes your perspective on things.
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Our hospital does the same here.
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Ouch, that’d be hard to handle.
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Hi from ICLW! I pray that one day you will hear that music again, but only because it’s a result of your own sweet babies birth. HUGS!
waitingforbabybird.com
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Sometimes these things hit like a physical blow, and it’s just a reflex to hit back. Walking through the maternity ward every day must be very hard. If you’re able to joke, however black the humor, I give you lots of credit!
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