Nursing humbles you. It gives you a grand perspective on this thing we call life. It makes you a front-row witness to the strength of life, as well as its immense frailty. When people hear I'm a NICU nurse, they always say, "what a sad job. I couldn't do it." I tell them most of the time, it's such a happy place. We see so many success stories and tiny victories every day.
I can't believe it's taken me 3 1/2 years to see what they were talking about. Today, I'm not crying for me. I'm crying for sweet parents, full of love that I got to witness firsthand. And I'm crying for the rollercoaster that they're on: their baby took a steep, unexpected downhill turn last night and passed away early this morning. I had signed up to be his primary nurse so the hospital called me this afternoon to tell me.
I wish they'd called earlier so I could've been there. Not to take care of the baby- nothing could be done by that point- but to take care of the parents. Instead, I can pray. And beg you to pray as well. God only gave this long-awaited baby to his parents for a short time. They got to hold him in their arms for a few days, but now God is holding him for eternity.