The elevator door opened to chaos. A patient was coding. Nurses raced a crash cart down the hall. I held my breath. I crossed my arms. I gave myself the hug I needed. I knew. I walked slowly in the wake of the scrambling nurses and frantic doctors. I could hear them yelling, “Come on, come on. Stay with us, your daughter is on her way.” I exhaled slowly when I heard their collective sigh as the heart monitor began making its beeping sound again. I walked to the nurse’s station. “How’s she doing?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know.
Lisa Conquet is a psychotherapist and transformational life coach who often writes poetry and has begun to allow herself to write memoir. clarityandvision.substack.com Instagram: @clarityandvisioncoaching X: @lisaconquetlcsw @lisaconquet