To the nurses that were there during my most vulnerable moments. To the nurses who were there for me when I was in labor, holding my hand, encouraging me through the process, telling me that I could do it and just a little while longer. To the ones who welcomed my beautiful son into the world with me.
You were there for me when no one else really could be.
You handed me my gown and explained to me what was happening to my body, despite knowing that I probably already knew what was going on.
You helped me up onto the bed with a cheerful smile and positive attitude when I was less than friendly.
You asked me questions about my life and my baby to keep me distracted from the crazy amount of pain that I was going through.
In all honesty I was scared, and you were the one there to comfort me through it all.
You were there as I cried, straining through each contraction, squeezing your hand.
When I wanted to give up you continued to push me to the finish line, to that beautiful miracle that was only a few short hours away.
You were my voice when I couldn’t talk because of the contractions. You helped me answer all of the questions that were being asked by all of the medical assistants coming in and out of my room.
You counted and helped me breath through the whole labor.
You gave me water and encouraged me to drink between contractions when I wanted to just lay there and cry. I was tired, terrified, and did not think I would make it through it.
You were there to listen to my needs and discomforts, and remind me what was best for the baby and me when I wanted to just say f*** this.
You were stubborn when you needed be to make sure that I did what I needed to so that I could make it through the labor.
You were my coach, and my number one fans cheering me on while I wanted to just be done.
You were there by my side, holding my hand in the last few minutes where my son was born.
You were one of the first people who got to share the excitement of my son finally being born and in my arms.
Through all of the hard work you did, and all of the tasks that I probably didn’t notice, you kept your calm, your positive attitude, and your smile.
You talked to me like you were my best friend, even though we had only known each other for a few hours.
You genuinely cared about my son and me, without knowing either of us.
You were my support in the aftermath when I was recovering, helping me with whatever you could. You were my sons’ first babysitters in the nursery while I got a few needed hours of sleep.
When I had terrifying question about my healing process, you were able to answer them for me and make me feel at ease.
You were the people that I could call on for any questions that I needed.
You were my sub-in mother before she could get there to help me.
To the nurses that dedicate their lives to the many mothers and families that walk through the doors looking to bring their miracles into the world. You do something that I do not think that I could ever do.
You are there at our absolute highest and lowest moments of our lives, with a smile on your face and a helping hand.
And even though we will probably never meet again, we became family that day.
You put your lives and your families aside to bring my family together, and that is truly beautiful.
To the nurses in my delivery room, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
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