To The Nurse Who Remembers My Baby

Nora was born in November, a whole four months before she was supposed to be here. She didn’t stand much of a chance, but she came out fighting and crying and we were blessed to be able to love on her for 70 minutes here on Earth before she went to be with Jesus. 

When you only have 70 minutes with your child, every millisecond of those minutes is magnified. I relive those 70 minutes over and over every day, just to make sure every possible memory is etched into my mind. 

A week before Nora’s due date, as memories were haunting me and the weigh of her loss was crushing, I received a message. I clicked on it, but didn’t recognize the name. It wasn’t until a few lines in that I nearly dropped my phone.

“...I was your nurse when your sweet Nora was born.”

I audibly gasped, and immediately thanked God for this precious message. All of the intricate details that He seamlessly wove together so that this nurse would see my comment on someone’s page, recognize my name, and send me a message is astounding to me. 

This sweet nurse had just added to my 70 minutes. I cannot even express what that means to me. 

Thank you, to all of the nurses out there who selflessly take care of their patients, who love on them, and who remember them months later and speak their baby’s name so she is not forgotten. Thank you Sarah Catherine.