This morning I pray for all those that are out in the bad weather because they have to. My Minnesota friends will laugh at 6 inches of snow, but they don’t know how crazy it gets here in New Mexico, many people do not know how to act and drive in this stuff. Last night the Police in Albuquerque had so many accident calls, they had to stop answering non-injury calls. The ice will get you every time if you are not paying attention, and even when you are paying attention, used to call that “black ice”. This morning my wife Sharon had to leave to do her job of nursing. I pray for the safety of all. Let us take time today and remember all nurses, please pray for them, thank God for them. Let us also pray for all those that are out in the storms serving….Police, Fire, Rescue, EMT, Snowplow drivers, Mail carries, Doctors etc……..
Luke 9:2 teaches us……And he sent them out to proclaim the kingdom of God and to heal. This is the Word of God, Amen!
This is from my angel wife Sharon, who happens to be a Registered Nurse:
This story was posted in our weekly department newsletter and it made me cry. As nurses, we do not often get thanked for all the hard work and long hours we put in. I want to thank the author of this story, whoever you are.
Written by Mike Spohr
Today I ran into a Mexican restaurant to grab a quick lunch, and as I ate my meal I came across a table of nurses wearing hospital scrubs. As they chatted amongst themselves I thought about the many nurses my family has interacted with over the last five years, and I found myself filled with such appreciation for what these amazing women and men do for us.
It was in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit that I initially saw how amazing nurses can be. My first child, Maddie, had been born almost 12 weeks premature, and the hospital staff, upon determining that Maddie’s lungs were immature, rushed her to the NICU. There Maddie’s life hung in the balance, and though my wife, Heather, and I longed to care for her ourselves, her condition made it so that we couldn’t. We had to trust the NICU nurses to take care of our baby for us, and that was incredibly hard — especially at night when we went home to catch a few hours sleep.
Sleeping was, of course, almost impossible. My sick baby was not with me, and the phone loomed ominously on the nightstand. If it rang before dawn it would do so for only one reason — to tell us that Maddie had passed away. I can’t tell you how scared I was of that phone ringing. Thankfully, it never did.
Each morning I called the NICU at 7:00 a.m. to get an update from the night nurse about how Maddie had done through the night, and the moments waiting for her to pick up the phone were horrible. Was I going to hear Maddie had done poorly and that things didn’t look good? Or, if the nurse took a long time to come to the phone, did that mean that she and the other medical staff were desperately fighting to stabilize Maddie at that very moment (something I’d witnessed in person a number of horrible times)? My hands never failed to shake as I waited for the phone to be picked up.
Once the night nurse picked up, though, I began to feel better. She always told us about Maddie’s night in great detail even though she’d just finished a long, exhausting shift. The lengths the NICU nurses went for Maddie were incredible. One night, we were told, Maddie wouldn’t respond to the ventilator, and the only reason she survived was because the night nurses took turns hand pumping air into her lungs for hours on end until their hands were cramped and throbbing.
As amazing as all that was though, the thing I appreciated the most about the nurses was how they loved and valued Maddie. She wasn’t just some nameless baby behind the glass of an isolette obscured by wires, medical tape, and breathing tubes. She was an amazing little girl named Maddie (also “Bunny” or “Little Mama” as they called her), who was beautiful and strong. I could see that they considered my daughter to be amazing and a gift, and to see others felt about her as I did was incredibly meaningful to me.
Maddie was finally released from the NICU, but there were a few times over the next 17 months when she came down with an infection and had to again be hospitalized. Those days in the hospital were both frightening and incredibly dull, and again nurses were wonderful to us. They were always there when we needed them, quick to bring a blanket or to explain what medications Maddie was taking. Like the NICU nurses, these nurses showed Maddie so much love, mooning over how cute she was and making faces at her to keep her entertained.
Though it still hurts to admit, on April 7, 2009, two days after she was hospitalized with a respiratory infection, Maddie passed away. On that horrible day there was a nurse who stayed by Heather’s side the whole time, and I am so thankful for her kindness to my wife. There was a nurse that mattered to me that night, too, though she didn’t stay by my side, bring me a glass of water or even say a word to me. In fact, I don’t think I saw her until the very moment I walked out of the pediatric intensive care unit, but she made a difference nonetheless.
You see, that day my life shattered. I watched my daughter die in front of me, and it was an experience so horrific that even now it seems almost surreal, like, Did that actually happen? To me and family? But it did, and one of the things I remember most about it was how the key medical personnel there didn’t make me feel like they found Maddie to be beautiful and strong or amazing and a gift. The lead doctor may have been under a great deal of stress, but the way he pronounced her dead was not right. It was more like a referee calling the end to a heavyweight fight than the end to a beautiful child’s life. Then, as we held our dead child in our arms and kissed her goodbye, doctors stood behind the curtain discussing the specifics of what had happened with about as much feeling as mechanics discussing a broken down car.
It was only as I left the PICU that I felt humanity. There, sitting on a chair with a single tear rolling down her cheek, was my nurse. Her tear told me that she cared. About Heather, about me, and most importantly, about my beautiful Maddie.
That’s what nurses do that is so important. In addition to all of their medical expertise, they bring a human element to the cold, sterile world of a hospital. Doctors do great things, but have a heavy case load that means they can only visit each patient briefly each day, but the nurses will hold your hand — figuratively or literally — and remind you that you are not alone, and that your life is valued even if it can’t be saved.
When the nurses at lunch today finished their meal I wanted to thank them, but I didn’t, and I wished I had afterward. I can do one better now though:
To nurses everywhere: You should know that you have made a difference to so many people in this world, my family included, and I cannot thank you enough.
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My Dear Friend Ethan Carr of Albuquerque Posted this: Driving a four wheel or all-wheel vehicle will not change the laws of physics (as some tend to believe) . The dealer should be required to “school” people purchasing those types of vehicles about such things.
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