Tuesday, May 08, 2007

An Unexpected Gift

As it turns out, sometimes good things do come in the mail.

The NICU at Rose Medical Center in Denver does a lot to make you feel… at home (that’s not the right word, but if fits) during your little one’s stay there.

First, let me say that I truly believe that we received the best care possible in the NICU. I think it’s fair to say the care was better there than on the post-partum floor. Of course, that’s not to say the care there is substandard; it was great, but the NICU felt more one-on-one.

In the NICU, your baby’s nurse is truly your baby’s nurse. They know everything about your infant and want to be supportive/helpful to the parents. Doss’s primary nurse (whom I thought of as ‘our’ nurse) was really a special person and for this blog, we’ll call her ‘Mary’.
[ed. note: regular readers of the blog know that everyone has a pseudonym and they all mean something to me.]

Anyway, one of the many ‘personal touch’ things they do is to create handcrafted name signs that hang over the NICU infants’ incubators and/or warmers. And, needless to say, while Doss was there they had his placard over his warmer (it now resides in his memory box).

But since The Squeaker never stayed in the NICU, and the regular post-partum nurses didn’t have enough time to create them for their many healthy charges, she did not have one.

Mary, of course, remedied that.

When I returned to drop off P.Pie’s breast pump, Mary had made a placard for The Squeaker. Unfortunately she spelled Jorja’s name in the traditional style. Naturally, it's the gesture that counts and that one is huge.

And it that was where it stopped, it would be a touching story. But no, this story is a gut-wrencher. Mary not only made The Squeaker another name placard, but she sent along a note that was so touching, I’m all vaklempt just thinking about it as I write.
[ed. note: talk amongst yourselves]

I miss my boy terribly and there are lots of people that I wished had gotten the chance to meet him for just a few minutes.

But I’m honored that Mary knew him his entire life and even though she sees dozens and dozens of babies in a month’s time, she still remembers Doss and Jorja.


Blogger Lainey-Paney said...

What a sweet person she must be.

...I work in a hospital too.
People come & go through the ER, and many people have no idea that I walk around remembering them--remembering their story, and send tons of well wishes to them all the time!


5/09/2007 7:29 AM  
Blogger ETownDZ said...

While in some ways I can only hope to avoid finding out in person, I do know that it takes a truly gifted and special person to be a NICU nurse. At the risk of getting excessively cheesy, they really are angels that walk the earth.

5/09/2007 8:29 AM  
Blogger Poppy said...

How sweet that she remembers Doss. That is a true testament of how he touched her life in the short time he was here. I'm sure she's not the only one.

5/09/2007 6:10 PM  
Blogger Cassie said...

I have now read through your entire blog from its inception to this most recent post.

(Straight through...in one sitting. Hence the reason for the 4AM time stamp on this comment!)

I've laughed, I've cried (am still crying!)....and I can truly say that I've been touched.

Getting pregnant at 20 left me unprepared to be a mother. I knew there were better parents for my daughter somewhere. I am happy to say my little girl is happy and healthy with her adoptive family in Iowa. Yet, there is still a part of me that mourns....3 years later.

Thank you so much for sharing your family's tremendous strength with all of us in cyberland.

Give P.Pie a special hug on Sunday. The first Mother's Day after your heart's been broken is always bittersweet.

You, P.Pie, Jorja and Doss are in my thoughts and prayers.

God Bless,

5/10/2007 3:27 AM  
Blogger Gidge said...

How very tender and thoughtful.
Happy Mother's Day to PPie.....

5/13/2007 9:11 AM  
Blogger Kila said...

How special and beautiful. May God Bless Mary.

5/15/2007 6:26 PM  

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