General Hospital: Dr. Robin Scorpio

Husband & Wife

Patrick and I are officially husband and wife. After everything that's happened this year, it's hard to believe we're finally married. There were times when I thought Patrick and I would never have a future, but we managed to overcome our differences. I'm very fortunate to have found my soulmate, and I'm looking forward to starting our new life together. I can't thank my parents enough for making this day possible. They taught me the importance of love and what it means to give my heart to someone else. I love Patrick completely and unconditionally, and there's no one I'd rather grow old with than him.

Family Ties

I had no idea my dad was going to show up for my wedding.  The last thing I wanted was for him to jeopardize his health, so I never expected him to travel all the way from Europe just to see me.  I love my dad, and there’s no greater gift he can give me than to walk me down the aisle.  I’m really looking forward to sharing my wedding day with both of my parents.  Nothing would mean more to me than to have their support on the most important day of my life.  Now that I’m a parent, I understand and appreciate the sacrifices they made to give me a better life.  We may not have always been the most conventional family in the world, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Alone for Christmas

Uncle Mac has decided to boycott Christmas.  With no one living at home anymore, he doesn’t see the point in participating in any festivities.  I insisted that he come over to my place to help decorate the tree, but he told me he had other plans.  Christmas has always been Uncle Mac’s favorite holiday and I can’t imagine him not wanting to celebrate it.  Somehow I have to find a way to get him in the spirit.  After all the things he’s done to make the holidays special for me over the years, I owe it to him to return the favor.  No matter what Uncle Mac says, there’s no way I can let him be alone for Christmas.

Our First Christmas

I’m really looking forward to spending Christmas together as a family.  Although Patrick swears that Emma’s not old enough to understand what’s going on, I don’t think it’s too early to start creating holiday traditions.  I cherish the memories of Christmases spent with my parents and grandmother.  They were the happiest times of my childhood and I want my daughter to have the same experiences.  She’s only going to celebrate her first Christmas once, and I intend to make it special.  When I finish decorating the tree, I’m going to hold Emma up so she can see all the lights.  Even if she doesn’t grasp the meaning of the holidays, it doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy them.

A Mother's Instinct

Everyone thinks I’m overreacting about being a terrible mother.  Uncle Mac says parenting takes time, but I don’t believe that.  Patrick’s never been around babies in his life and he’s already a pro.  Most women are blessed with maternal instinct, but being a mother doesn’t come naturally to me.  My instincts are telling me that Emma needs more than I’m capable of giving her.  I’m going to look in to hiring a baby nurse to help establish a routine.  I think things will improve once I go back to work and I’m not always worrying that I’m doing something wrong.

Empty Nest

Uncle Mac is upset that Maxie is moving out.  Apparently, they had a fight about Spinelli and Maxie took it personally.  I know Uncle Mac means well, but he’s been trying to police Maxie’s life ever since Georgie died.  He’s extremely overprotective of her to the point of smothering and I can’t blame Maxie for wanting her independence.  I know Uncle Mac is having a hard time accepting that his girls are all grown up.  He isn’t used to being by himself and I’m sure it’s going to be an adjustment.  I think once he sees that Maxie and I aren’t going anywhere, he’ll realize that having an empty nest isn’t all that bad.

Totally Useless

No matter how hard I try to be a good parent, I can’t seem to do anything right.  Lainey thinks I’m putting too much pressure on myself to be perfect, but I just wish I was a better mother.  I’m upset that I’m not bonding with my daughter.  Most of the time, Emma’s either crying or sleeping and when she’s not, I can’t get her to smile.  It’s obvious that Emma doesn’t need me, so I thought I’d go back to work.  Patrick told me it was a mistake to push myself and I hate to admit that he was right.  Motherhood is not at all what I expected it to be, and I’m beginning to feel totally useless.

Something to Celebrate

Today marks the 20^th anniversary of World AIDS Day.  While much has been accomplished over the past two decades, there’s still a lot of work to be done.  HIV/AIDS continues to infect millions of people each year.  Without the advancements made in research and awareness programs, I would be just another statistic.  When I first contracted HIV, my future was uncertain and the possibility of having a child was absurd.  Although I’m very fortunate that Emma wasn’t born with HIV, she’s going to learn firsthand what it’s like to live with it.  When she’s old enough to understand, I plan to tell her about Stone and the love we shared.  Then I’ll tell her about her father and how he wasn’t afraid to love me, despite my HIV.  I’m hopeful that by the time Emma is an adult we’ll have found a cure for this epidemic, and I think that gives us all something to celebrate. 

Beyond Thankful

I had a dream that Patrick and I never fell in love.  Instead, Patrick returned to his womanizing ways and I refused to have anything to do with him.  He was arrogant, rude and completely full of himself.  As a matter of fact, I disliked him so much that I preferred to spend time with Matt.  Clearly, I’ve never felt any romantic attraction to Patrick’s brother and there’s no way I ever could.  I’m so happy that Patrick is not the person he was when we met.  Somehow fate was on my side and our lives played out the way I hoped they would.  Patrick and I are about to get married for real and we have a beautiful daughter together.  I’m beyond thankful for the way my life turned out, and all I want now is a goodnight’s sleep. 

A Father's Touch

I can't get Emma to stop crying. I've tried everything, from holding and rocking her to singing her lullabies, but nothing seems to work. Emma simply isn't responding to me. Patrick thinks I'm being too hard on myself, but it's obvious that our daughter favors her dad. Every time he holds her, she's happy and smiling. As soon as he leaves, she's crying again. Patrick insists it's just beginner's luck, but what if she truly prefers her father's touch?