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?