I work in a hospital as a phlebotomist, I draw people’s blood and send it to the lab so that they can run tests on it. I had a lady come in, mid twenties and she had a few tests in the system that I didn’t recognize. Nothing special, there’s a billion and a half tests I don’t know the meaning to, my job is to draw the blood, not run the tests on it.
Now my job requires a lot of trying to calm down patients, people hate getting blood drawn so it’s my job to make them feel okay enough to let me poke them. With Mother’s Day coming up this Sunday I have been asking people what their plans are for the weekend, a little lighthearted questions to make the situation a little calmer. I asked this lady what she was planning to do on Mother’s Day this upcoming weekend and she absolutely burst into tears
Turns out she was getting blood drawn for tests following a miscarriage that she had had a few weeks prior, it would have been her first kid and she lost the baby. She also saw my name tag and said my name was the name she was planning to name her kid.
tl:dr, a woman came in to get tests done following a miscarriage, I didn’t know and out of instinct asked her what she was planning to do for Mother’s Day