Oh, Southern!!!!
{{{{{{{Hugs!!}}}}}}}
While I'm so sorry that you have to see those moments, I'm so glad that you do what you do. To echo Ilecs, without people like YOU, more little fat baby girls wouldn't even have a chance at a happy life!!!
My son was born with a birth defect -- one kidney, one multicystic dysplastic kidney. After our amniocentesis, the only thing they would tell us at first was that "something was very wrong." Well, there I was, 5 months preggers, and terrified beyond all thought. Immediately I was rushed in for an ultrasound. And once again, I was told it was "bad." I just couldn't stop crying. The word "abortion" was mentioned as an option a few times by the medical staff. The word "Mongoloid" was also mentioned a few times (hence the option of an abortion).
Then, someone like YOU, someone caring and kind "broke the rules." Instead of making me wait forever to find out what was wrong, she sat me down and actually explained the situation (and yes, I realize she could have lost her job telling me). She told me that thousands of kids are born with this condition and 9 times out of 10, they end up leading normal lives. They still play sports, have fun, have a social life, get married and have kids.
She hugged me and let me cry. She patted my back and got me some water to drink and just helped me calm down. To this day, I send her flowers on the anniversary of that amniocentesis. Not because I'm such a wonderful person, but because SHE is.
Flash forward about 11 years (DS will be 11 at the end of this month). He's got the multicystic kidney and has to have an ultrasound every 2 years, but thank the Good Lord, that's the worst of his problems. He's a happy kid who loves camping with his Boy Scout Troop and his daddy. Loves video games and skateboards like he was born with one attached to his foot!
I sometimes look at him and wonder what might have happened had that sweet nurse not sat me down and talked to me. Would I have gotten an abortion? Well, no, I wouldn't have. But I would have been so upset driving home that an accident would have been likely. And the emotional trauma I would have faced until they could "officially" talk to me about (about a week later), I don't even want to think about.
Anyway, the point of my story is that I'll bet that nurse didn't really think she was doing much when she sat down and talked to me. And I'll bet you explain away what you did as "just doing your job." The nurse in my story didn't just do her job, she went over and beyond. And you did, too.
And you saved a life. What might have happened if you HADN'T persisted in finding out what was wrong? What might have happened if you had just dismissed it as a virus and walked away?
But you didn't. You made a miracle happen.
And of course, it goes without saying that I'll be saying a prayer for her ... and for you, Sweetie.
God bless you, Darlin.' You deserve it and then some.