Motherhood makes me sensitive (English practise part two)

Phew, told you earlier it is damn hard to be a working mom. At work I see lots of sick children, and have noticed my attitude with them have changed a lot. Few days ago we had a very sick child with severe shortness of breath. Situation demanded very fast actions from us nurses and doctors, and he survived - we actually saved his life. Afterwards I begun to tear of relief, and noticed only thought in my mind was "I won't let you die". Earlier I wouldn't have cried (I don't remember any case so touching as this was), and I thought it is motherhood that makes me that sensitive, especially with child patients.

Last couple of weeks I have had a nurse student with me, and she said she noticed how children and foreigners are close to my heart. I haven't thought it earlier, but now when I think about it, propably she is right. Maybe I am thinking childrens situations as a mom does - what if it was my own kid. I am glad I can help, I am capable to do something to help them.
And what comes to foreigners... hmm..dunno. Maybe it is just a thought I want to practise my English with them and that's why I crab them to my own patients. Anyhow, in Finland, in ER, in our little hospital, I am glad I can work in English, too. (Thanks to Saudi-year).

From one thing to another. As all moms must think (I believe all moms and parents have same feelings), so do I - my son is adorable and wonderful - he is just a miracle. Every day I am wondering how lucky I was to get him - feel like it was really a destiny that exactly HE end up to be OUR son. He really belongs to our family now, and couple of times it happened that people have forgotten he doesn't have our genes. For example his godparent asked what kind of milk he drinks, and when I answered "low lactose", she replied "of course, you have lactose intolerance, no wonder he has it, too".... And couple of days ago my sister was thinking how thick hair my son has, and at the same time she was thinking that it is not a wonder because his dad (my husband - so not a biological dad) has a thick hair as well... So, as a summary: no one thinks no more he is adopted. He is our son, no matter what the original heritage was. Isn't life amazing?