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My musings, my rambles and I welcome you. |
| Actually the day to celebrate was Sunday, but I was studying and writing so it slipped my mind. Noting the day has made me think about my career, the babies and co-workers. It's hard to believe I've been a NNICU nurse for 23 years. Some of my original kids are old enough to have kids. There's a mind blowing experience. I suppose this is how parents feel when they realize time and children wait for no one. I wrote this poem a few years ago. It was published in a nursing journal and then in our unit magazine. I hope you enjoy. Beautiful that’s how I see you. But they can’t see beyond the tubes and machines the noise and the fear of a place so alien. Tubes feed and breath for you as I explain the NICU universe to your parents. Beautiful that’s how I see you though your skin is transparent and your cheeks have no fat. Suddenly, you grip your Mom’s finger and open your eyes and I know they see you as beautiful too. Lani |