We Are One

Hospitals tend to treat you like cattle. They load us all up in a room and slowly call us off one by one to hand our babies over to them.
My son was in to have his cleft palate repaired. With two heart surgeries under his belt, this procedure wasn't so hard to accept.
We all handed our children over and quietly waited to be called. I noticed a mom who was alone. For whatever reason, she held my attention for a while until she moved to another area.
A surgeon entered the room and walked past me into another part of the room. I was startled to hear someone crying. I recognized that cry. I had cried it many times myself and it terrified me that a mom would be doing it out in the open.
I turned around and saw it was the mom I noticed earlier.
"Oh God, what is he telling her to make her cry like that?" I thought. I found myself walking towards her not having any idea what I was doing. All I kept thinking was she was alone.
I sat down beside her and put my hand into hers. The surgeon kept talking and the mom put her head on my shoulder as I stroked her hair.
I held her as she cried. She quieted down and we talked of hope and how she needed to be strong for her daughter. I walked her to the door and hugged. She thanked me for helping her. I told her there was no need, I had found myself alone many times when doctors tried to take my hope away. No mother should ever go through that alone.
Up until that moment, I suffered quietly. It was my own private Hell. I realized that we were all in this together and we should embrace and love one another and allow each other to help.
Since then, I have met many amazing moms along the way and I can honestly say without them I would have been lost.
I am you. You are me.