We had a nurse once. A neonatal nurse. She was cute. And nice.
She prayed for our kids (more than we had the energy to sometimes)....and she encouraged us with good news (when there was some).
When there was bad news, she broke it to us gently.
She patiently gave B, who really just wanted to be left alone, his space.
Z was spoiled rotten most nights. He cried when she was around, because he knew she was his girl!
"His Jane", we used to call her.
She gave them their 1st book. One that declares how they are specially and wonderfully made.
She and her husband were the first people we trusted to watch them for a weekend away.
She came along on their first camping trip.
And she gave them their life-long comforts.....their blankies, or what the kids have lovingly deemed their "Mwankies".
Almost four years later, they still WILL NOT sleep until their Mwankies are safe in their beds with them.
Thanks again, Teresa.
We love you tons.
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