We're moving to a new office. Not a big deal, right?
Packing up. Finding a new work flow. All daunting.
But what has impacted us the most are the memories that each room holds of all the children we have taken care of. I've been writing down some of the tales. Silly stories with funny kids. Part of the reason we all went into pediatrics is how we love to laugh.
I know it's a big deal when you move homes but frankly, this has hit me harder. I think it's because we have the privilege of seeing families at their most emotional moments. Overwhelmed, intimidated and...delighted parents of newborns. Tired toddlers with fevers who've not slept well. Depressed teenagers accompanied by parents whose eyes reflect how scared they are to see their child in such a state.
Life concentrated into short segments.
Memories, once layered one on top of another, now bubble over when I walk down the hallway.
Here's the really good news.
Soon...children's laughter will permeate the hollow echoes of the new building. The perfect paint job will be marred by a few dents from the urgent maneuvering of the oxygen tank. The aroma of coffee and sometimes burnt popcorn will replace the new smells of construction. Staff will personalize their work spaces with photos, calendars and checklists. We'll side-step around run-away toddlers on our way down a hallway, wave to a familiar face before we step in an exam room...and then we'll do our best to listen, comfort, educate, treat...
And, in no time at all, we'll feel like we're home again.