I came across this blog depicting a nurse’s perspective on the experience of having a patient go through a loss. It is easy to rely on these professionals to get us through the horrific ordeal, and they really do deserve all the praise the world could provide as they are warriors too. After we lost Sophia, both Jason and I wrote a letter to the whole nursing staff in gratitude for what they all did for us. Without them, a completely horrible situation would have seemed impossibly worse.
Recently, I left work so late my kids were already asleep by the time I got home. Part of me wanted to wake my daughter up, ask her about her day, and stay up late talking about all the things she had done throughout the day. I wanted to scoop up my sleeping son, smell his baby-ness and cover him with kisses. The other half of me was so exhausted, I was glad that my husband had put them to bed before I had gotten home. I fell into bed, asleep before my head even hit the pillow. I woke up the next morning before anyone else was awake, put on a clean pair of scrubs, and went back to work, rested and renewed, but determined to finish charting in time to be home at a normal hour.
It was busy that day. A few hours before shift-change, a young…
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