When my newborn daughter, Olivia, developed a sudden fever in the middle of the night, I rushed her to the ER, exhausted and scared. While I tried to soothe her, a man in the waiting room began complaining loudly and insulting me, calling us a burden. I was too tired to argue, but his words hurt.
Everything changed when the doctor walked in. Instead of calling the man, he went straight to me after seeing my sick baby. When the man demanded attention, the doctor calmly explained that Olivia’s condition was an emergency and firmly stood up for us. The whole waiting room ended up clapping.
Inside the exam room, the doctor checked Olivia and said it was a mild infection—she would be okay. A nurse even brought donated baby supplies and reminded me I wasn’t alone. As I left the hospital, holding Olivia safely in my arms, I felt stronger than I had in weeks.
