Grey's Anatomy

It's no secret that I've been a long-time Grey's Anatomy fan - although I think the series is starting to head downhill, I still think it's the best show on TV. This past episode reinforced my feelings in the matter - it just took my breath away. (Spoiler alert - if you haven't seen it, read on at your own risk.)


When Dr. Bailey's baby, Tuck, gets wheeled into her ER after a tragic accident at home, my throat closed up and my eyes welled with tears. I just couldn't stop imagining myself in that situation and what I would do if Damiano were seriously injured. Watching the collected Miranda come undone as she blamed herself for her child's accident, every fear and apprehension I've ever had about working and being away from him came back to life. Sure, mothers know that even if we're there every minute there's no way to shelter our children from life, but we sure do feel we should be there to protect them, do everything we possibly can to avoid any harm from coming to them. Not being there sometimes feels unforgivable - perhaps the guilt of the working mother is something that is impossible to shake.

Watching Dr. Bailey at the limits of her own profession, asking for help from something she can't explain and perhaps does not even believe in, strikes a chord that I think every mother can relate to. And so I hugged Damiano a little closer, kissed the top of his sleeping head and said a silent prayer for his guardian angel to watch over him, so that something so heart-wrenching may never happen to him, now or ever.