Good morning.

The night was a little rough, for her, anyway. Trying to get comfortable, nurses checking vitals very couple hours... I have to say, the staff has been awesome. Very patient with Elizabeth.

I slept pretty good on my little cot in the corner. I was just beginning to wake up about 6am when I heard the door open. I saw a silhouette of a man in a lab coat. His very calm and mature voice introduced himself.
"I'm your anesthesiologist. Checking check to see how the epidural was and to see if you're comfortable. Any pain?"
Odd thing, I thought. Her gasman was Asian.
Elizabeth told him that the there was some pain when she moved.
"Any pain when you pushed?" he asked.
"I'm not sure." she answered.
"Did you have to push?"
Push? Odd thing #2, I thought.
"Only when I try to sit up." she told him.
I'm thinking I might need to pay attention. I opened my eyes and sat up. In the low light Dr. Rice looked just like Morgan Freeman. His voice was just as calm. And it would have been just as reassuring, except that then he asked, "When you had the baby, did you push?"
Odd thing #3 - The baby was born 20 years ago and was a c-section. Better say something...
I picked my head up from my pillow. "Um, excuse me doctor," I said, "She had a hysterectomy yesterday."
"She did?" his composure slipped ever so slightly and the tall black man began to turn red. "She did...? Yes, of course she did..."
Elizabeth was still trying to explain her pain to him as he tried to be gracious about his embarrassment and his mistake, and slip quietly out the door.
Nice guy. Just went in the wrong door.