The patient was going to have a C-section.
“Let’s go see the patients together,” said the nurse. I followed, coming to the realization that it was a two-patient case; for now, we could only speak to one.
I had spent very little time in surgery beforehand. Initially, the trouble was not about knowing how to scrub - this was further down the list. Rather, the initially worry was finding my way to what I needed to do. I scurried down halls, asked directions, and walked through the same halls again.
This morning, barely past seven, I worried about keeping pace. The nursing station was gathering a crowd as nurses and doctors checked in with the morning schedule. We walked into the holding area and found an obvious match: the only patient there with a round belly, anxious but excited.