God is at the bedside.
Even if you've never been inside a NICU (newborn intensive care unit) you probably know someone whose baby was and have heard of the milestones and miracles that take place in its hallowed walls.
As a mom of a 24 weeker, I saw those miracles as I sat perched in a lonely recliner for four months, watching my boy's monitor for hours on end. When my mother-in-law first walked into the NICU, she put a hand to her chest with misty eyes and exclaimed, "Do you feel that? Miracles happen here."
Working in the NICU as a nurse, it's easy to get used to the small, but nevertheless, amazing miracles of the NICU. As I ponder my last chaotic, stressful shift, I can't help but think how many times that day I had seen God at the bedside.
I saw God at the bedside as parents were called because their baby wasn't looking good and we had done everything we could. I saw God as a mother with a breaking heart was gathered up and held in the knowing arms of another nurse who experienced losing a child herself. I felt God as my hands and voice provided comfort to a tiny baby during a painful chest tube insertion. I saw God as a critically needed PICC line was perfectly placed the first try in a baby with a pound of edema hiding his veins. I saw God as all the blood products that were ordered arrived in record time. I felt God help me say and explain things that were difficult. I saw God inspire vent changes and treatment plans to prolong a precious life. I saw God at the bedside as a caring doctor vigilantly watched over a little baby he'd grown to love over the last few months. I saw God give me strength so that my 18 hour shift only felt like six. I felt God give me peace as I drove home that night wondering if I had done enough.
God is good. He is present in our lives. I thank Him everyday for my job and for Him staying at the bedside with me and those sweet babes.
As a mom of a 24 weeker, I saw those miracles as I sat perched in a lonely recliner for four months, watching my boy's monitor for hours on end. When my mother-in-law first walked into the NICU, she put a hand to her chest with misty eyes and exclaimed, "Do you feel that? Miracles happen here."
Working in the NICU as a nurse, it's easy to get used to the small, but nevertheless, amazing miracles of the NICU. As I ponder my last chaotic, stressful shift, I can't help but think how many times that day I had seen God at the bedside.
I saw God at the bedside as parents were called because their baby wasn't looking good and we had done everything we could. I saw God as a mother with a breaking heart was gathered up and held in the knowing arms of another nurse who experienced losing a child herself. I felt God as my hands and voice provided comfort to a tiny baby during a painful chest tube insertion. I saw God as a critically needed PICC line was perfectly placed the first try in a baby with a pound of edema hiding his veins. I saw God as all the blood products that were ordered arrived in record time. I felt God help me say and explain things that were difficult. I saw God inspire vent changes and treatment plans to prolong a precious life. I saw God at the bedside as a caring doctor vigilantly watched over a little baby he'd grown to love over the last few months. I saw God give me strength so that my 18 hour shift only felt like six. I felt God give me peace as I drove home that night wondering if I had done enough.
God is good. He is present in our lives. I thank Him everyday for my job and for Him staying at the bedside with me and those sweet babes.
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