*sproing* Once more

I've bounced at a couple of people already about this, but this is something that I have to bounce about some more. During my placements in prenatal and postnatal I met a woman. Well, lots really, but coincidentally I met the same woman in both placements. She was lovely and had a few medical problems in both pre and postnatal times. But ah, these things happen. I remember spending hours sitting listening to her one day when she was feeling a bit down. Was reflecting over the past year earlier today and thinking of her, wondering how she was doing. So imagine my delight when I bumped into her today, with her much bigger baby. I was happy to see both doing well.

Then she made me cry.

She not only recognised me out of uniform (ok, so there aren't many people with cheeks this pink, but hey) but remembered my name. That wasn't the tear-making stuff though. She went on to thank me, because I had made a difference to her. Really. Me. Bearing in mind when I met her first I was less than 6 months into my training that... well... I cried. Joyfully, you understand.

I made a difference. I'm where I'm meant to be. Every last bit of crap that I've put up with this past year (thinking specifically of the 04:30 starts to my day) have been worth it just to hear those words. "You made a difference to me."