Thank you to the OB nurse who stood at the side of my bed when I heard the news that I’d not be bringing my son home with me that day…or any.
Thank you to the nurse who came in on her day off to see how I was doing.
Thank you to the nurse who chose to take the extra shift so she could take care of a stillborn boy and his torn apart mama for two days in a row.
Thank you to the nurse who found him a blanket to be wrapped in.
Thank you to the nurses who relied on their heart training instead of their medical training to find a way to care for the unimaginable.
Thank you to the nurses who prayed… I don’t know your names but I know that you did.
Thank you to the nurse who offered to call NILMDS. You gave us the gift of moments we’d never get back.
Thank you to the nurse who set aside her laboring patients on a busy OB ward to make sure I had handprints and footprints of my son.
Thank you to the nurse who didn’t judge me as I cried and cried and cried.
Thank you to the nurse who put her hand on my back, stroked my hair and talked me through contractions, when we both knew all we’d hear was the scream of silence when he arrived.
Thank you to the nurses who helped me live through something I thought I couldn’t survive.
Thank you to the nurses who took their day off to come to my sons’ funeral.
I don’t remember all your names. You probably don’t remember mine. But I remember the YOU behind your name… and I will always be eternally grateful for the moments and pieces of your heart you shared with me in that dark and scary hospital room.
Nurses, you do much more to impact lives than you realize… thank you.