Hi kids! Bridget is in Mexico, hunting drug lords and eating pineapple, so she asked me to fill in for her this week. Considering she picked up the Grey‘s recapping baton for me when I was in France during this season’s start, it was the least I could do. Also, she’s married to my boss, so there’s that. Cripes, I hope I remember how to do this recapping thing. Welp, we’re about to find out.
Callie and her preem, Sofia Robbin Sloan Torres, are both fighting their way back from the near-fatal car accident that Arizona caused when she took her eyes off the road for way, way longer than anyone realizes. Arizona has either selectively forgotten that fact or decided it’s a shameful secret she’s taking with her to the grave — not unlike my unfortunate mullet phase.
Today, Callie is trying to tell her brain, “Talk to the hand, bitch” (literally), while Sofia is just trying to get her beauty rest, but the NICU is so bright and noisy, who can sleep, even with diva eyeshades?
Proud papa, Mark, comes rushing into the room to show his baby mama the latest video of Sofia. Knowing how obsessed new parents can be, the video is probably only 10 minutes newer than the last one he shot. He hasn’t used his cell phone camera this much since he taped himself taking the Activia challenge.
Elsewhere, Owen and Alex are getting reamed out by Gladys, a rich, old curmudgeon with lung cancer because she can’t smoke in the hospital, and what a crummy hospital it is, anyway. Alex leaves her room and finds Arizona looking at a child’s x-ray. The kid has all sorts of wrong with him, but she can’t help him, even though she promised she would, because he, and a dozen like him, are in Africa. Alex stupidly asks why she doesn’t simply bring everyone to Seattle, as if she has an invisible plane just idling in the parking lot.
Meredith is loitering around a nurse’s station when the Chief comes in. After some good-morning pleasantries, he slips out of his coat and wanders off in search of his office. Meredith sees a Post-It fall from the back of his sweater and scoops it up off the floor. What does it say? “Kick me”? Maybe it’s another marriage proposal. Or a reminder to buy more Post-Its. We don’t know yet. I hope it says “Kick me.”
As Cristina changes Callie’s bandages, she explains how not cute Sofia is.
Callie: I need to see my baby.
Hey, that’s what you get when you ask an Asian to be a godparent. We don’t sugarcoat things. I told my godson that no one likes a crybaby after I ate the last Pudding Pop.