NICU nurses

There is truth to the saying, “Not all superheroes wear capes.” To the parents of babies in the neonatal intensive care unit
Presented by March of Dimes
I still recall my first job. I felt like an impostor in my uniform. I didn't feel like a nurse because in my mind a nurse was someone who could start an IV blindfolded, resuscitate a patient while sleeping, and recognize all the signs and symptoms of septic shock at the drop of a hat.
The perinatologist thought my baby would survive better outside the womb than inside my body. Then he asked when I had last eaten.
Everything that you would normally do to comfort and care for your baby has been taken away from you. I'm here to tell you, I understand your pain and I appreciate you.
Everything that you would normally do to comfort and care for your baby has been taken away from you. I'm here to tell you, I understand your pain and I appreciate you.
I didn't know that you would be the one to hold and rock my baby when I wasn't there. I didn't know you. I didn't know how intertwined our lives would become. I know you now. I'll never be able to think of my child's life without thinking of you.
It was only as I left the PICU that I felt humanity. There, sitting on a chair with a single tear rolling down her cheek, was my nurse. Her tear told me that she cared.