One of my colleagues just became a grandma again. She took her daughter for an induction yesterday because the baby was overdue for nearly 10 days. We heard the news this morning that her daughter finally got another new baby girl after 12 hours’ struggling in the hospital, and she, due to bleeding too much, had to be transferred in ICU Room for a while.

We arranged to get a card and a bunch of flowers to send to the hospital, and thought everything was perfectly and smoothly done, until this morning I personally heard the story from the new grandma. I nearly cried out. My colleague had a terrifying experience as 15 seconds after the baby was born, her daughter started to haemorrhage. The doctor thought they wouldn’t make it, so they asked my colleague if she wants to “say good bye to her daughter”. That was a horrible moment. Of course she thought she would lose her. And my colleague’s husband was outside with his another granddaughter, knowing nothing what’s happening inside, while my colleague was having tears running on the face, but had to hold her daughter ‘s hands and comfort her, trembling all over the body herself. Thanks the god, after 12 hours, everything was over. According to my colleague, when she saw her husband was holding his new granddaughter smiling and laughing, she almost slapped on his face. Anyway, he was innocent. He didn’t know what happened until the next day, and then he got all silent.

We are glad that my colleague’s daughter made it. But since I only heard this kind of personal experience a couple of times in my life, so I was badly shocked. The world gives women and men different kinds of jobs to do. Sometimes women stand outside while men are working hard and in pain, sometimes men stand outside while women are doing the work. There is no way to really make either of them understand or connect to each other for what they have really experienced in their own life and in their own physical and mental way. This is what the life is about. Let’s face it! It’s a world with all the difference exists between gender and individual.