In the course of Evan's life I have had a chance to meet some amazing nurses. In general they are all a bunch of caring people but there are many that stand out more and who remain in your heart long after you leave the hospital.
One of my favorite night nurses is Nurse H. She has been taking care of Evan off and on since he was first born. I am a bit of a night owl so there were many chances to have interesting chats with her. When she saw how confident I was placing Evan's NG tube after only having just learned that afternoon she strongly encouraged me to think of nursing as a possible career.
Nurse H also discussed her joy in raising her children, helping me realize that all the scariness and worry that attended Evan's infancy was not the norm. She was right, Harry's first year has been a joy. I was glad that I did not let the worry and pain stop me from knowing the sweetness than can come.
I will never forget the look on her face when I told her that Evan had suffered his stroke. She looked as if someone had punched her in the chest. I had to reassure her that he was in no immediate danger and that his prognosis looked good. It was nice to know that she really cared about how Evan was doing.
It was with joy and happiness that I was able to give here a bit of comfort during Evan's recent hospital stay. Evan had awoken rather early in the morning so he was raring to go when she came in to check his vital signs. The baby (and parents) in the next room had been stressing her out so she welcomed the chance to hang out a bit in our room. Noting my knitting that was laying at the foot of the bed she asked a favor of me. She wondered if I would let her knit a bit to help relieve the stress of the evening. Light conversation about knitting and the exchange of tips helped the tension melt away.