I never advertise anything.
\nI\u2019m not an \u201cinfluencer.\u201d
\nConvincing people that one thing is better than another isn\u2019t my strong suit.
\nWhen asked, I politely decline.
\nI can only genuinely recommend something I\u2019ve experienced myself\u2014something I believe in unconditionally, something I feel in my heart.
\nAnd I want the people around me to touch that same feeling.<\/p>\n
But this time\u2014
\nUnbelievable.
\nI\u2019m advertising\u2014
\nThree days of pure human kindness surrounding me.
\nMaybe you\u2019ll be tempted \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
Yesterday morning:
\nA nurse quietly knocks and peeks into the room:
\n\u201cCan I take her now?\u201d she asks carefully.
\nI nod in agreement, and she looks over the tray, adding somewhat sadly:
\n\u201cWasn\u2019t it tasty? You didn\u2019t eat everything\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cIt was delicious,\u201d I quickly reassure the sincerely worried woman of motherly age, \u201cjust a lot.\u201d
\nShe quietly closes the door, and I sit there holding M in my arms, thinking: well, here\u2019s proof that a public hospital\u2014often criticized for many things\u2014can be incredible.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know how others experience it. But\u2026
\nLast night, I returned from a 5-star \u201chotel\u201d
\ncalled the \u201cSantari\u0161k\u0117s Maternity Ward.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wednesday morning, I left home,
\nArrived at the hospital.
\nThe name alone, reaching my ears, made me think:
\n\u201cOh, it\u2019s just a conveyor\u2026\u201d
\nNot scary at all. I\u2019ve done this finish line before.
\nI won\u2019t give birth on a bench outside.
\nI\u2019ll meet at least one free doctor\u2026
\nI felt calm.<\/p>\n
Having tracked regular contractions all night, I had plenty of time to remember the beautiful story of me and my \u201clittle belly.\u201d
\nFrom seeing the blessed second stripes
\nto glancing at the clock at night, knowing that our tiny meeting was approaching step by step.
\nWiping away a tear of joy, I knew that today, with the rising sun, THE DAY would come.
\nI decided not to \u201crush\u201d the family.<\/p>\n
I know my body.
\nI waited for the morning calmly.
\nSent the older kids to school\u2014maybe hugging them a little tighter.
\nAnd by 9 a.m., we began our journey through the hospital corridors.<\/p>\n
From the moment I arrived, I didn\u2019t meet a single unpleasant person.
\nFrom the chief doctor to the nurse bringing food, or the quietly knocking cleaning lady, swiftly sweeping the floors and disappearing behind the door:
\n\u201cI won\u2019t disturb your peace for long,\u201d she smiles.<\/p>\n
The midwives and pediatricians work with such gentleness and dedication that watching them, your eyes widen, and you have to pinch yourself to believe that yes, this all happens here, in Lithuania.
\nIn a public hospital.<\/p>\n
Doctors gently ask if I need advice on feeding, on care\u2026
\nAnd a wonderful \u201cthird-time mom\u201d feeling fills the air.
\n\u201cYou probably have experience to share with others,\u201d they smile warmly.<\/p>\n
I spent three days in the hospital.
\nDuring that time, I experienced not a single unpleasant incident.
\nIn my heart, I carry VIP treatment.
\nWhich I\u2019ve never had, even \u201cfor a high price.\u201d<\/p>\n
The food?
\nHealthy, never repetitive.
\nNot disgusting.
\nNo pizza, no grilled ribs, no hot dogs.
\nBut in real life, I eat very similar food.
\nNatural cottage cheese, yogurt, omelet, stew, vegetable soup, cottage cheese casserole.
\nI almost always finished it.
\nAnd if I didn\u2019t, it was only because I\u2019m not used to eating so much.<\/p>\n
When leaving, I wanted to turn and thank everyone more than just a simple \u201cthank you.\u201d
\nBut I couldn\u2019t think of anything in the moment.
\nI chuckled in my mind that I would say it was so good I\u2019d return.
\nBut glancing at the miracle number three in my husband\u2019s arms ahead, I held back.<\/p>\n
And I walked away, taking with me a very good feeling in my heart:
\nI will advertise it.
\nMaybe some of you don\u2019t have three \ud83d\ude42
\nAnd I\u2019ll encourage you.
\nSo that if you hear this place called a \u201cconveyor,\u201d maybe they forgot to add one more word:<\/p>\n
A conveyor where HUMANITY is made.<\/p>\n
THANK YOU to everyone.
\nI left feeling that you are worth more than that word.<\/p>\n
A happy third-time mom,
\nV.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17624","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17624","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17624"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}