my grey's anatomy moment.

my granny was warded a few days ago. she was found to be anemic and had to stay in the hospital for observation as she'd collapsed at home. my mom just brought her back home, so all is going fine.
anyway because the hospital couldn't get her a bed anywhere else, she was placed in the gynaecology ward. and right outside her room was the nursery, with all the wee little newborn babies.

whenever i went to see her, i found myself drawn to the nursery window. the babies in there obviously change rather frequently, as the new mommies get to go home just a few days after delivering.

you cannot look at babies and not feel slightly happier. the fact that their only worry is that they're hungry, or that their nappy is soiled somehow rubs off on you. you watch them yawn, wriggle their tiny fingers and tiny toes, and once in a while start to generate lots of noise. you look at them and decide which one you think is the cutest. even the nurses in there who checked on the babies every now and then were smiling at them.

ah, those little cuties. for the record, i've decided that newborns are indeed quite cute, but only when they're not generating noise. i still don't like them much when they go "waaaaaaaaaaa!"

anyway i remembered how meredith and george in grey's anatomy used to go watch the babies whenever they were upset. and how they'd walk away at least slightly happier. now i understand why.

baby therapy, you should try it!