Brittany is a neonatal nurse, and that entails spending her days taking care of newborns who were born either premature or extremely sick. She loves her job because she gets to spend so much time cuddling and loving on those beautiful newborns. But, of course, there is that heartbreaking side of her job that she must endure.
One day, she decided she wanted to post about her job. And this is what she wrote: “I take care of babies born months too early to live without modern medicine…Placed on ventilators with central lines and life-saving medications.
Most everyone knows I am a nurse! A NICU Nurse. Many people think this means feeding and rocking babies, which…
Posted by Brittany Greenhill on Monday, 16 May 2016
I assess them, care for them, draw labs, start IVs, and give medications.
I teach a new dad how to change his fragile baby’s diaper for the first time.
I place this baby on their moms chest (often with many tubes and wires attached) after she has not yet been able to hold them for days, sometimes weeks.
I comfort that momma as she watches her tiny fragile baby go through more pokes, prods, and procedures than most of us will ever even know.
I celebrate with parents every milestone: every good blood gas, gram gained, tube removed.
I rejoice in the day parents get to bring their baby home after spending months inside the walls of the NICU.
I witness miracles. I get to see little lives come back and beat insurmountable odds. But sometimes I don’t…
I help to resuscitate babies when their hearts stop and little bodies simply can’t take any more.
I beat myself up trying to think what we could have done better or different when all medical options have been exhausted.
I hand those sweet little lives to their parents as they take their last breaths when science and medicine is no longer enough.
I give them medication to make them comfortable in their last moments here on earth.
I help make molds and keepsakes that their family will cherish forever.
I share memories with the family and we laugh and cry in the midst of it all. The NICU becomes their home.
I hug their family members as they walk away from their baby’s room for the last time, hoping my words brought them some comfort.
I sometimes cry in the car on my way home, in the shower, or as I try to fall asleep… or before going into work to take care of other little lives.
I lean on my coworkers. Those other NICU nurses I’m so blessed to work besides. I look to them for knowledge, wisdom, and support.
Yes, my “job” is a NICU Nurse. But it proves time and time again to be so much more.
Brittany’s post was shared more than 4,000 times. And so many made comments. A mother gave Brittany permission to use the photo of her son taken after he passed away, with Brittany holding him.
Says Brittany: “This picture was taken after he left us here on earth and it was such a blessing to be there with him in these moments.”