For Christmas the year after Callie moves back to Seattle, and they get back together and become a family again, Arizona gets Sofia specially made, child-sized scrubs in exactly the same navy blue as the attendings at Grey Sloan Memorial, for no other reason than she thinks it’ll be cute and she knows their daughter loves playing doctor. Callie swipes an authentic scrub cap from the intern’s locker room to complete the outfit, and from that day forward whenever Sofia has to come to work with one of them she insists on wearing her scrubs cause “I’m gonna be a surgeon too!”.
Naturally everyone at the hospital thinks it’s freaking adorable, especially because she also gets her first pair of heelies that Christmas and becomes a miniature version of Arizona speeding along the hallways.
(Callie swears her hair is turning more grey by the minute every time she sees her in those damn sneakers, but she can’t help but love it all the same, because every day she reminds her more and more of Arizona.)
Sofia tries to convince her moms to let her watch real surgery after school, but that’s where they both draw the line – they know she’s smart, but they don’t want to traumatize their eight-year-old with actual open bodies. They get her anatomy colouring books instead, but when they’re not looking, she convinces her Uncle Alex to sneak her into the gallery anyway.(And she thinks it’s the COOLEST THING EVER. It 100% cements her dream to become a doctor just like both her moms.)
When she graduates med school years later, Callie digs this photo off her hard drive and has it printed (they have a framed version in their bedroom already), and they slip it into the card they leave at her apartment the morning before they depart Baltimore to go home. Sofia opens it later that day, after she drops her moms off at the airport, and when she turns over the photo she sees a message in familiar handwriting that makes her grin from ear to ear.
“Guess you won’t have to sneak into the gallery now (don’t think we didn’t know.) Love, moms.”
I am calling post-it, Zola, Bailey, the tumors on the wall, ferryboat scrub caps. I thought D.C. was everything. I was wrong. You… You are everything. I love you and I’m not going to stop loving you. I can’t live without you. I don’t want to live without you, and I’m going to do everything in my power to prove it.
The following is a fool-proof system for navigating a hospital and understanding the nursing hierarchy. NOTE: all groups listed believe they are at the top of the hierarchy.
Floor Nurses…Never seen in the cafeteria (as they do not have time to eat lunch). They are identified by their pockets full of flushes and alcohol swabs, as well as, a cisco phone that is ringing at an offensively loud volume. Never available to take report, as they are always busy with another patient.
OR nurses…Frequently travel in groups. Always wearing scrubs caps, but they never will be seen in the standard disposable, hospital issue scrub cap. Can tell you what surgery the patient had done, and what the patient is allergic to, literally nothing else.
ICU nurses… Never seen with flushes and alcohol swabs in their pockets, as they have all their supplies stored at the bedside, but always have a pair of hemostats and a penlight on their person. Can tell you the patient’s entire life story, as they only have one to two patients. NOTE: this patient ratio makes ICU nurses despised by all other nurses.
ER nurses… Can kick your ass, but you may have to wait 6 plus hours for them to do so. Most likely of all nurses to yell at you. Most likely of all nurses to be seen in a T-shirt about saving lives.
Every Nurse… Will mourn losing their favorite pen. Will have good days and bad days. Should strive to understand that the ER nurse rushing your patient to you is trying to take care of that patient and a waiting room full of other patients. That the floor nurse that cannot take report right now is busy helping getting grandma back to bed so she does not fall. That the OR nurse has another case starting soon and needs to be there to help the next patient feel safe and comfortable. That the ICU nurse is trying the quickly transfer the patient to the floor because a different patient is becoming brain dead as they wait for an ICU bed. Yes, we need to have empathy for our patients, but also save some empathy for each other too. Nurses do more harm to the profession of nursing than anyone else, when we use our voices to tear each other down. As we look forward to Nurse’s Week this year (and all our freebies), let’s strive to appreciate each other.
I am calling post-it, Zola, Bailey, the tumors on the wall, ferryboat scrub caps. I thought D.C. was everything. I was wrong. You… you’re everything. I love you and I’m not going to stop loving you. I can’t live without you. I don’t want to live without you, and I’m going to do everything in my power to prove it.