Nurse's Week

It didn't take us long, in our stay at St. Louis Children's Hospital, to realize the vital role of the nursing staff. In fact, when I was still in Columbia and Mason and Jackson were in St. Louis, one of the very first things I remember him telling me was, "He has a really great nurse." Truly--I think I could gush for an entire post about our nurses and not even slightly exaggerate. Dear nurses...I want you to know how much you helped us. You were quiet, calm, and confident. You were optimistic though realistic. You were knowledgeable without being pushy. You were a constant presence but let us feel like we were alone with Jackson. You pushed the doctors to let me hold him that first time. You were shocked at our tears when we were told Jackson would be severely disabled, saying, "You never know! He may do so well." You came in after you saw us pray with him one night and said, "I just want you to know I'm praying for him also." You made me chocolate candy for my birthday. You shared your hurt and your heart with us in the form of a little onesie passed on from a child who lost their fight. In short--you loved our son. What more could you do for us than that? I just want you to know this...we love you too. Thank you. Your sacrifices are recognized, appreciated, and accomplishing a world of good. Forgive us for not remembering all of your names! We will never forget your faces and your kindness.