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We absolutely loved out hospital stay.

It's a small hospital and because of that, we got BEYOND excellent care.  At the most, there were 4 other ladies there, during our stay.  And most of the time we were just one of 2 ladies.  We were never left alone (which was both good and bad) and if we ever needed something, we received an almost instant response.

Leaving the hospital was very emotional for me.  I loved my baby, I knew my husband was going to be a great support, but there was something about having those nurses so close, that it just made me feel better about my health and the health of my baby.

If you remember, toward the end of my L&D stay, I had extremely high blood pressure and an infection that caused us to stay later than we had thought.  Coen was great.  There wasn't a thing wrong with him, but me.  I was a mess.  Being there, surrounded by those knowledgeable nurses, helped keep me calm about everything that I was having to deal with.  Not to mention healing from my c-section.

I depended on them for everything.  Everything.

Then, after being home for about 3 days, we received a card from them in the mail that said, "Thank You" for choosing our hospital and congrats on the new baby.  And, it was signed by ALL of our nurses that helped us through our stay.  It was wild.  I cried.  And to this day, it's still out on our sofa table because it just makes me so happy to have those ladies in our lives.

I wanted to go back and thank those nurses when Coen was older.  So I went about 4 or 6 weeks after he was born.  I think I wrote about this, but basically when I went, I wasn't really recognized.  They were all in their zones helping all the new moms through their labor and my face just wasn't familiar.  I was so hurt, but I was happy I went.  It really was so special to have a baby there and while they may not have recognized me, it doesn't matter.  I'll always remember them.

I wrote them a thank you note, gave them a birth announcement and went on my way.

Now, 19 weeks later, I've seen two of our nurses outside of the hospital.  Two nurses that we really liked that were not at the hospital the day that I went to visit.  Seeing them outside of the hospital and having them say that they remember Coen and I (whether they do or not) makes me feel so much better.

I would love to be a nurse and touch the lives of those around me, like those ladies, but I don't know that this is something that I see in my future right now.  They are just doing their jobs.  I know this.  But what they did, while we were there with Coen, was so touching.  I cannot ever thank them enough.

And yes, I still miss seeing them.

Pictured above is J., our nurse that was with us through the latter part of our labor and throughout the following evenings, because there were any other deliveries for a few more days after we had Coen.  She was amazing.  So sweet, informative and so supportive.


M said…
I give you credit for going because I would have just assumed that they already forgot about me.... whether they remembered or not it is nice that you went to visit them

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