8 Million Residents

New York City is huge. There are 8 million residents in the city. Strangely enough, I have bumped into two doctors from the hospital.

When I was on hospital bedrest, Dr. X, a high risk doctor would come and see me. He always sounded very hopeless. With a very strong Israeli accent, he would say, "Mrs. Roberson, you will probably go into labor suddenly and it would be very fast. The chance of your baby having a normal life will be very low, if he is born this early." I would cry every time he left the room. Unfortunately, Dr. X was correct. He would come to see check on Miles periodically in the NICU.  Last week, the family went to the mall, and we bumped into Doctor X. He had his daughter and a newborn son with him.

Miya and I went to see the Disney Princesses on Ice at Madison Square Garden, a freaking huge venue. We bumped into Dr. Y . She watched over Miles in the NICU. One night, his stomach looked slightly swollen. She called a top surgeon in that night. The surgeon realized Miles needed emergency surgery on his intestines. That surgery saved his life, even though it was for a month. When I saw Dr. Y at Mad Square, we hugged each other. There were tears in her eyes.

I don't know if things happen for a reason or if they were strange consequences. I can't read into things anymore.