Thanking my NICU nurses

Thanking my NICU nurses

I had a special experience the other day that I have been wanting to share. You may have saw that my twin brother and his wife were in the hospital expecting their first baby on Monday (eeep!) and as I was getting ready to go visit them, I was brought back to my experiences when I had my sweet Ivory just about 10 months ago. It devastates me that time flies so quickly but as I was thinking about Ivory’s long stay at the hospital in the NICU, I remembered how grateful I was to have such amazing nurses there to help us through those rough first weeks. Every time I pass that hospital I get a rush of emotions. Even though it was such a scary time for me there’s a lot of gratitude and beautiful memories there.

I know I never shared Ivory’s birth story before so I will try and summarize it so you can understand my love and appreciation for our care givers. The day of my 36th week checkup I had been contracting like crazy and I kept thinking, “ooo, maybe I will have her today!” because I was oh so ready to not be pregnant any more.  By the end of that day the labor was bad enough that I finally made the Boss take me to the hospital. When we got there the nurses confirmed I was laboring pretty heavily so they tried several strategies to slow down my labor including the dreaded terbultaline. The terbutaline sent me into shock and I just remember feeling like I was out of control and my heart was going to explode. I was quite the hot mess, emotional express and went from being excited about potentially meeting my baby that day to feeling like  something horrific was going to happen to Ivory because I had selfishly willed myself into labor somehow. In short I was freaking out and after all their efforts my contractions persisted.


They prepped me for surgery and hauled me back to an operating room. There certainly isn’t anything comforting about being strapped to a metal table in an ice cold room while you are naked in front of mostly strangers but I have an amazing doctor with the kindest nurses who helped keep me distracted. The spinal anesthesia is definitely the scariest and most uncomfortable part for me until the burning pain of the medicine going in my back turns into a heavy warmth of numbness all the way down to my toes. From there I just remember waiting while they tugged, pulled and sliced behind the curtain while Bret buried his face between my neck and shoulder to avoid seeing any blood. I prayed to myself “please let her be ok” over an over again while tears rolled down the sides of my face and made little annoying puddles in my ears.


Once they started pushing down on my ribs rather forcefully I knew she was about to come out and then all of a sudden it was like taking a deep breath for the very first time because she was no longer crowding my lungs. Those first seconds held my deepest darkest fears as I seemed to wait for minutes to hear the reassuring cry of my baby. Just as I began to panic internally all over again  I heard the most perfect cry coming from my sweet girl. There are no words in this world to explain or describe the absolute rush of intense relief, emotion, and happiness just from that one little cry. When they were done cleaning her up Bret finally carried her around the curtain to bring her face to face with me and I fell deeply in love with her. I wanted to bust out of the straps on that table and hold my baby in my arms. I had to settle for a small kiss on her face and then Bret went with her to the nursery while they finished putting me back together. One of the more devastating parts from having a c-section is not being able to hold your child right away and then being separated from them. The nurses in the OR with me kept me calm as I cried while they stuffed my insides back in me like a turkey. They told me how beautiful my Ivory is and talked about how well we both did during delivery and they even joked with me about what a wussy baby Bret is when he is around blood. Their small talk was soothing and helped passed the time until I could be transported to recovery to finally see my baby again.


Bret greeted me in recovery next to Ivory who was waiting for me in her own miniature hospital bed. I could hear her short little breaths that sounded like the noise a tiny frog makes. I finally got to hold my baby button in my own arms while her nurse explained to me that she was unable to breath on her own for more than a few minutes. I had been through something similar when Dempsey was born and knew that breathing trouble was more common with c-section babies so I wasn’t too worried initially. Ivory’s condition turned out to be much worse than Dempsey’s ever was which we found out later when we weren’t able to touch her or pick her up for the first few days. I was so frustrated at that time because I wasn’t able to see my baby whenever I wanted, touch her when I wanted, hold her when I wanted, or even comfort her the way I wanted to. She was supposed to be in my room with me next to my bed with no wires or tubes coming out everywhere and instead I was asking for permission to see her. I was hyper sensitive about being away from her for very long so my nurses were very supportive and helped transport me back and forth to the NICU between meals and sleep until I could walk there on my own. The more I could see her and the more progress she made the more optimistic I became. After a few days we had our first tummy time chest to chest for 3 hours straight and it was absolute bliss. I was the best medicine for her and she was my happy medicine for me.


In my head everything started to go fine and I started to think the whole breathing thing was no big deal and she would be able to go home with me but it became obvious that she wouldn’t be able to go home with me when I was gonna be discharged. I thought I would be fine with that until we walked out of the hospital without our baby. I was so upset that night I couldn’t sleep thinking about my little girl who was miles away with a bunch of strangers. I was afraid she would stop breathing again or something when I wasn’t there and nothing felt right without her with me. I couldn’t do anything but wait till it was time to go back to her in the morning. Recovering from major surgery, narcotics, lack of sleep and new mommy hormones left me feeling emotionally raw but Ivory’s nurses took the time to update me on any little victory she had while I was gone. They would bring me cookies and all the juice and crushed ice I wanted while Ivory laid on my chest for hours at a time. The nurses were patient with me when I teetered between the happy triumphs Ivory had and the devastating setbacks that pushed back her release date. I cried a lot and they took care of me, they took care of my button.

The only way I was able to pull myself away from my girl each day to go home was knowing the reassurance from the women who would take care of her while I was gone. I can’t help but feel indebted to the people who did what was best for my precious baby, even when they knew at times it would break my heart to hear all their rules and schedules.  I am forever grateful for their part in getting my little button well enough to come home to us and will always have tender feelings for our nursing staff!

All this reflecting on Ivory’s birth made me want to go back and visit our nurses and take them some goodies. I know cookies aren’t exactly a gift that says “thank you for being my hero” but I went to Paradise Bakery anyway loaded up with 4 dozen giant cookies and dropped them off at our old hospital stomping grounds. I got to say hello to some familiar faces and thank them again in person for caring for us so well.  It was so fun to do something and surprise them with a treat and show them some recent photos of Ivory to simply thank them for everything they did. Their job is not always easy, but it allows them to bless so many lives, just as they did mine. I loved getting to see them again and to talk with them. They were so grateful for the cookies and I completely teared up again just being in those halls again. I am always amazed how my own worries and problems seems to disappear whenever I focus my attention on other people. The happiness I feel when I do something kind for other people, albeit something small like cookies, it just the best feeling ever. I hope all of you can experience this same happiness by turning your focus on someone around you who may need to feel some gratitude for all the hard work they do every day.



  1. This was just absolutely beautiful, thank you so much for sharing such a wonderful story, Nurses are just great people,I had wonderful nurses in my maternity ward :)

    • I am super glad you enjoyed it! Nurses really are the best, aren’t they?! :)

  2. Beckie thank you for sharing a story that is so spiritual. You are an amazing women and mother. Thank you for your love that you share out there in the world. ((Hugs)) Jo

    • Thank you Joanne! You are so sweet. I am always happy to share amazing moments like these. I am so glad you enjoyed reading it! :)

  3. oh the memories that come back…i’ve had 3 c-sections my first was an emergency…had HELLP syndrome our son was delivered at 35 weeks huge 7.7 but didn’t switch over to breathing outside of the womb…the had to bag him and move him to a different hospital. my poor husband was going back and forth cking on us both not knowing what to expect. after two days, an older nurse who had been taking care of me said if they didn’t release me, she would personally go with me to the other hospital so i could see our son. i saw that same nurse during my last delivery and told how much that meant to me, i was just aching to see my son. He spent 16 days in the nicu and they nicknamed him MOOSE, but he gave them a run for their money! they are special people who care for the new souls to this world and sooth all those worried parents!

    • WOW! Thank you so much for sharing that with me. It brought back memories of my amazing nurses! They truly are incredible people and make all the difference for families when they go through hard things like that. Thanks again for sharing that!

  4. Oh, I can relate to this post. I had my triplets 15 weeks early, so they were not ready in the least for life outside the womb. They spent a long 97 days in the NICU, and I am forever indebted to the nurses that took care of them. Those nurses are true angels!

  5. my youngest was born at full term but had underdeveloped lungs. she was rushed out of the or with nary a sound immediately. I didn’t see her for six hours and found out later she had to be resuscitated four times! She spent two weeks in the nicu….and those nurses were literally my lifeline to her. I’m happy to report my baby will be celebrating her 14th birthday in October! We will make our 14th trek to the nicu with balloons and goodies in hand. Only one nurse is the same, but they all love to see what their hard work results in. It’s funny, every year when we scrub in the sights and sounds and smells INSTANTLY transport me back to that time! Glad you were able to show your nursing staff some love…& that they were there to nurse your little one back to health!

    • Thank you for sharing that! It seriously touched me so deeply, as I was reminded what it was like with my sweet Ivory. NICU nurses rock!

  6. Your story seriously touched me. Almost a year ago I was in those shoes of a first time mom sent home from the hospital with her precious baby boy left behind in the NICU. He is now nearly a year and thriving. It’s one of those experiences that you will never forget and you feel a connection with anyone else who has gone through it.

    It’s definitely not how you envision brining your bundle of joy into this world but makes me even more grateful for every single moment with my son. I am eternally grateful to those who looked after and loved my baby boy in the NICU and helped him get to the healthy beautiful almost one year old he is today.

    Thank you for sharing your story!


  7. Here in the UK they don’t strap you to the OR table or strap your arms down during C Sections. And if the baby is okay they give you to hold her right away. So it is different from that of the US.

  8. I am very angry to when I found out that women having C Sections in the USA are strapped down when here in the UK we don’t do this. It has never been done in the UK. Believe me you won’t move so why the hell is this barbaric practise happening in American hospitals?

    • You handle things as best you can given your circumstances because we don’t really have a choice. At the end of the day it’s about doing Whatever it takes for a healthy baby and it’s so easy to get over all the crazy stuff you go through to get them here when you see them face to face for the first time ❤️❤️❤️❤️

      • From what I understood I thought in most parts of the US you can refuse any treatment you don’t want including strapping the arms.And if you say NO they should not force you to have it. If you told them “NO I don’t want my arms tied down” and they did it without your consent, surly that is assault?

        • I have had several C-Section deliveries so I knew that it was part of the process. It’s just difficult in that moment to not be able to hold your baby. My nurses were very kind and calming, so I was able to get over that anxiety quickly.

          • I had 2 C Sections (in the US) in different hospitals. First one in New York in 2007, my second C Section was in Arizona. And my arms were not strapped down. They wanted me to have my arms strapped loosly for my second C Section but I refused and the nurse said “fine it’s just so your arms don’t slip off the arm boards.” But I said no I don’t want and they did not do it, they left my arms unstrapped. My arms did fall of the arm bard a few times due to me having the shakes but the nurse just put my arm back on the board and held my hand which helped. I’m glad I refused the arm straps since I got to hold my baby girl right away in the OR.

          • That’s so neat. I’m so glad that was your experience. That moment holding your baby for the first time is incredible.

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