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Widowed mom Evelyn begins to suspect something is wrong when her five-year-old son has difficulty adjusting to daycare her suspicions are confirmed when she arrives there early and finds him locked up. You’re gon na have so much fun at daycare.

Evelyn small, as she placed a bowl of oatmeal before Young Sang Jason when they sing my song, Jason, asked I’m sure they will honey. I think they take turns singing everyone’s favorite song and you’ll. Learn lots of new songs, too Jason frown and the nervousness Evelyn was working so hard to hide, kicked up a gear like every mother…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

She wanted her child’s first day at daycare to go perfectly but Evelyn had doubts. Jason could be very sensitive and pedantic about things like his favorite song. He also didn’t cope well when life surprised him. Why don’t we sing your favorite song in the car on the way to daycare Evelyn asked that way: you’ll get a chance to sing it. Every day, okay, Mom Jason grinded, her Evelyn breathed his cyber Leaf.

She wouldn’t worry so much, but this was a big change for Jason. It was a big change for her too, and part of her grief for the shift in her husband’s death had forced on her and Jason’s lifestyle, while the other children ran around the daycare playground. Jason traced, his fingers over the colorful, mosaics decorating the wall and Evelyn spoke to his teacher Kara. He gets overwhelmed sometimes when too much is happening at once. I find it’s best to get him to lie down in a quiet area when that happens.

Evelyn said also. He doesn’t like the color lime green at all. He won’t touch anything that color, don’t worry, Kerry, smiled reassuringly. We have what we call a calm corner for kids who get overwhelmed. We have some stuffed toys in there and a bottle of glitter and non-toxic liquid.

We shake up the bottle and ask the kids to watch it. Does the trick every time? That’S great Evelyn replied. She had doubts about this method, but surely the teacher knew best Evelyn needed to get back to work soon, so she said goodbye to Jason and he immediately burst out. Crime Jason clung to her leg like a bird, I’m not going home now champ I’m going to work Evelyn leaned over to rub Jason’s back.

I know this is hard, but please be brave enough to try. I just know you’re gon na make lots of friends here, but you have to give it a chance, Evelyn drove to work with tears in her eyes, no amount of coercion had convinced Jason to release her and eventually Cara had to help her pry the child off Her lag hit well, like he’d, never see her again, he left Evelyn traumatized and she was sure Jason felt. The same Evelyn could barely concentrate on her work. All she thought about was the desperate sorrow on Jason’s face when she turned away and left him. This sound of his heaving sobs, echoed in her head when she left her desk to take her lunch break Evelyn called a school to check on her son.

Her heart dropped when the woman she spoke to told her Jason was still crying. The lady tried to reassure her that some children took longer to adjust than others, but the words felt hollowed to Evelyn. All she could think of was her heartbroken child. The situation didn’t improve over the following days. Every morning, getting Jason into the car to go to daycare became more challenging.

He would tell her that his ankle hurt her his stomach once he locked his arms around the staircase railing and refused to let go. Mornings were rapidly becoming a nightmare of stress and Chaos for mother and son. The weekend arrived just in time to give Evelyn a break from their awful morning, routine. The pair spent most of Saturday morning, cuddled up on the couch watching cartoons in the afternoon Evelyn took Jason out for ice cream on Sunday. Evelyn prayed that the following week would be better for her son.

She could never have thought that the worst was still to come. I don’t understand why you hit that boy. Jason Evelyn glanced at her son in the rearview mirror his eyes were puffy from crying. You know we never hit other people, his green hands, mom Jason lined out a heartbreaking song. Job Evelyn didn’t know what to make of that.

Nothing Cara had told her headed up with Jason’s garbled version of events. What was green, Jason Evelyn asked, I don’t understand. Did he have something green on his hands, paint, Jason’s, green with rage and started bogging his head against the back seat, Evelyn glanced back and forth between the road ahead and her son in the back seat, but Jason was inconsolable. Evelyn tried singing his favorite song, but it didn’t make any difference when they got home. He ran to his room, climbed into the closet, with his stuffed giraffe and stayed there until dinner as she watched Jason eat his macaroni and cheese.

One noodle at a time. Evelyn wondered if something was wrong with her son. Maybe the daycare wasn’t as great as it seemed. Perhaps something happened there that would explain. Jason’S reluctance to return Evelyn decided to fetch Jason early from daycare the next day.

She knew something was wrong. The moment she climbed out of the car Jason was screaming. Evelyn ran into the building the lady in the front room tried to stop her, but Evelyn didn’t even break her stride. She followed the sound of her son’s screams, which are punctuated by a metallic rattle Tara, Phil devlin’s hard as the sounds grew louder. Where was her baby?

More staff had appeared now, one of the teachers grabbed at her arm, but Evelyn shook the man off. She dashed down the corridor and was overcome with rage at what she saw. There Jason had his fingers hooked through the bars of a gate closing off one of the rooms instead of a door. He was read in the face and constantly screamed, while he tugged in the door to free himself what the hell have you done to my son, Evelyn roared as she rounded on the staff gathered by the door. Let him out of here immediately. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

This isn’t as bad as it looks Mrs Madison, the male teacher, who grabbed her earlier stepped forward with a bunch of keys. We did this to protect him. You’Re gon na need protection from me. If you don’t free him, Evelyn balled her hands into fists. There was no limit what she tried to do to protect her son, no line she wouldn’t cross.

He was trying to escape the daycare. The male teacher explained when Jason was free. He got his head stuck in the bars of the security gate and scraped his ear. One of our helpers took him to the Cobb corner, but he hit her with a glitter bottle and nearly pulled a bookcase down on both of them. We put him in here because we didn’t know what else to do tears spilled from Evelyn’s eyes.

As she looked down at her son, he’d stop screaming when she lifted him into her arms, but he was sucking his thumb now, something he hadn’t done in years and moaning softly. Although it had been a shock to see him locked up, she understood now that the staff did the best they could in the circumstances. I think we need to sit down Kara stepped forward and put a hand on Evelyn’s elbow. Please come with me to the office. Evelyn sat down with Kara in the office and drank a glass of water.

She was distron and didn’t know what to do anymore. Jason is having a rough time adjusting to daycare Carousel I’d hoped it would improve over time, but I think now that we may need to tackle this in a more structured way.

If he, if you mind me asking, could you tell me what daily life was like for Jason before he started daycare Evelyn sighed Jason had passed out known as growing heavy In Her Arms. She gently adjusted his position and told Kara how she’d been a stay-at-home mom until her husband died in a work accident, crashed tears, coursed down her cheeks as she confessed. She didn’t know what to do anymore.

I know it’s hard Evelyn, but I want to help you. Caroline foreign in her chair, I’ve worked with kids for a long time, and I have some ideas. We can try to help Jason, I’m willing to try anything. Evelyn replied. First of all, I’d like to arrange for the psychologist.

We work with to meet Jason. There may be other factors at work here that need attention and she could provide us with guidance next. I think it would help Jason if we let him get to know his classmates in a more comfortable setting Evelyn frown. How do we do that? A playdate care a smile.

I know it sounds flip, but I think it will help Jason if some of the kids in his class visited my home, it’s a safe and familiar Place room and will keep the group small. What do you think it’s worth a Sean Evelyn Trung? What exactly did you have in mind? There are nine other children in Jason’s class. I think we should arrange for three or four of them to visit Jason on a Saturday afternoon.

I can be there to help out and we can invite parents too. That way there will be plenty of adult supervision, but the kids will still have space to play with each other. Like a small party, Evelyn said that sounds great. That Saturday, Evelyn and Jason decorated their home with balloons and streamers Evelyn helped Jason choose which toys to keep out to share with his guests and which he wanted to pack away. Kara arrived around midday with snacks for the children, Evelyn sat on her back Fortune hour later, watching Jason and the other children race around the yard.

They devised a complex game where every time someone was tagged, they had to switch toys with a child that tagged them. A few arguments broke out, but mostly the children were happy. Their laughter echoed around the yard and brought Smalls to the adult’s faces. It turned into a great day for everyone. The following day, Evelyn was woken by Jason’s small hand patting her cheek Evelyn squinted at her son through sleepy eyes.

Are you excited to see your friends again champ? I am. I am Jason beamed down at her as he jumped up and down. I got dressed and everything Evelyn blinked in Surprise. She took in Jason’s back to front t-shirt, blue shorts and mismatched socks with a smile.

Okay, Mr snappy dresser. I’M up. Let’S get ready for the day over the following weeks: Cara and Evelyn ensured that Jason spent time with all his classmates. It made a massive difference in his attitude towards daycare and helped him at home too, as he socialized more Evelyn noticed that Jason seemed to find it easier to cope with the challenges of daily life, like encounters with a color lime, green and bats. That weren’t the perfect temperature.

 

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Homeless man gave all his money to a little boy, years later he saved his life –

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On a cold, drizzly evening in the bustling city of Riverside, Jack Adams sat on the same street corner he had claimed for the past few years. Life had not been kind to him. A once-successful mechanic with his own shop, Jack’s life spiraled out of control after a series of tragic events: the sudden death of his wife, a failed business, and a bout of depression that left him unable to keep his life together. Now, the street was his home, and the spare change he managed to scrape together from passing pedestrians was his only means of survival.

That evening, as he sat shivering in his worn-out jacket, clutching a cardboard sign that read, Anything helps, Jack noticed a small boy standing across the street. The boy was no older than 10, with a mop of dark hair and wide, innocent eyes. He was holding a crumpled piece of paper and appeared distressed. Jack watched as the boy hesitated, looking around as if searching for someone. The city’s usual crowd pushed past the boy without a second glance, and Jack’s heart ached. He remembered what it felt like to be invisible, to need help and be ignored…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

Without thinking twice, Jack stood up, pocketing a few coins that he had collected that day, and crossed the street towards the boy.

“Hey there, kid, you okay?” Jack asked softly, kneeling to meet the boy’s gaze.

The boy sniffled, his eyes glistening with tears. “I… I lost my bus money, mister. I was supposed to go home, but now I don’t know how.”

Jack’s heart sank. He knew that feeling of helplessness all too well. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a crumpled dollar bill and a handful of coins — everything he had.

“Here,” Jack said, pressing the money into the boy’s hand. “This should be enough to get you home.”

The boy looked at Jack in disbelief. “But don’t you need this, mister?”

Jack smiled faintly. “Don’t worry about me, kid. Just get yourself home safe.”

The boy hesitated for a moment, but then threw his arms around Jack in a sudden hug. “Thank you! My name’s Tim. I’ll never forget this, mister. Thank you!”

Jack patted the boy on the back, trying to hide the emotion welling up inside him. “You take care, Tim.”

With that, Tim wiped his tears and ran toward the nearest bus stop, clutching the money in his small hand. Jack watched him go, feeling a warmth in his chest that he hadn’t felt in a long time. For the first time in what seemed like years, Jack felt he’d done something that mattered.

The days turned into months, and Jack’s life continued as it always had — scrounging for change, relying on the kindness of strangers, and trying to survive on the streets. He often thought about the boy, wondering if he made it home safely, but eventually, life’s harsh realities pushed the memory to the back of his mind.

Years passed. Jack’s once-graying hair was now completely white, his once-strong body weakened by the toll of life on the streets. He’d long stopped hoping for a better future. The city had changed — buildings had gone up, people had come and gone — but Jack remained a fixture on his corner.

One particularly cold winter’s night, Jack’s body was giving in to the chill. His jacket had too many holes to keep him warm, and he felt a deep fatigue settling into his bones. He thought about finding shelter, but his pride wouldn’t let him seek help. The night was growing darker, and the streets were quieter than usual. Suddenly, Jack felt a sharp pain in his chest. He gasped for breath, clutching at his heart as he fell to the ground. Panic surged through him. He was alone, and the chances of someone stopping to help him were slim. His vision blurred, and the sounds of the city faded as the pain intensified.

Just when Jack thought this was the end, he heard a voice calling out, “Sir! Sir, can you hear me?”

Jack barely registered the young man who had knelt beside him, his face shadowed against the streetlight. The young man spoke into a phone quickly, calling for help, but Jack could only focus on the overwhelming pain and darkness that was pulling him under.

The next thing Jack knew, he was in a hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile scent of disinfectant and the soft beeping of machines. He blinked against the harsh light overhead, his body weak but the pain in his chest gone. Slowly, he turned his head and saw a young man standing by his bedside, watching him with concern.

“You’re awake,” the young man said, relief flooding his voice.

Jack squinted, trying to place the face. “Who are you?”

The young man smiled, stepping closer. “You probably don’t remember me. It’s been years. My name’s Tim. You helped me once, a long time ago.”

Jack stared at him, confusion clouding his thoughts. “Tim?”

“Yeah,” Tim nodded, pulling up a chair beside the bed. “I was just a kid back then. You gave me your last bit of money so I could get home. I never forgot it, mister. I’ve been looking for you for years.” READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

The memories came flooding back, and Jack’s eyes widened in recognition. “Tim… the boy at the bus stop?”

“That’s right,” Tim said, his voice soft. “You saved me that night, mister. You didn’t have to, but you did. And I promised myself I’d find you one day and pay you back.”

Jack was speechless. All these years, he had thought that small act of kindness had been forgotten, just another moment lost in the shuffle of life. But here was Tim, all grown up now, a man who had saved his life in return.

Tim continued, “I work as an EMT now. I’ve seen a lot, but when I saw you collapsed, I knew I had to help. I didn’t realize it was you until after we got here to the hospital. I can’t believe I found you again.”

Jack felt a lump form in his throat. “You didn’t owe me anything, Tim. I just did what anybody else would have done.”

Tim shook his head, his eyes serious. “Not everyone would have done that, especially with what you were going through. You gave me everything you had that night, and you didn’t even know me. You saved me. Now it’s my turn to save you.”

Jack’s eyes filled with tears. He’d spent so many years feeling forgotten, cast aside by the world. But here was proof that even the smallest act of kindness could ripple out in ways he never imagined. Tim had kept his promise and, in doing so, had changed Jack’s life forever.

The days that followed were a blur of recovery for Jack. The hospital took care of his medical needs, but Tim was there every day, checking on him, bringing him food, and even arranging for him to stay at a local shelter once he was discharged. But that wasn’t the end of Tim’s help.

One day, as Jack sat in his hospital bed, Tim entered with a wide grin on his face.

“I have some good news,” Tim said, his voice brimming with excitement. “I talked to a few people, and we found you a job.”

Jack blinked in disbelief. “A job? For me?”

“Yeah,” Tim nodded. “I know things haven’t been easy for you, but you’re not alone anymore. It’s not much — just helping out at a garage — but it’s a start. I figured you’d want to get back to what you know best.”

Jack couldn’t believe his ears. After years of feeling worthless, of being invisible to the world, someone had not only seen him but had believed in him enough to give him a second chance.

“Tim, I don’t know what to say,” Jack said, his voice trembling.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Tim replied with a smile. “You helped me when I needed it most. Now it’s my turn to do the same for you.”

As Jack looked at the young man before him, he realized that sometimes the smallest acts of kindness could have the most profound impact. He’d given a little boy all the money he had years ago, never expecting anything in return. And now that boy had grown up to save his life — both in body and in spirit.

As Jack left the hospital and began rebuilding his life, he carried with him the lesson that kindness, no matter how small, was never wasted. It had the power to change lives — his own and countless others who crossed his path in the days to come.

This story teaches us that even the smallest acts of kindness can have a lasting impact, often in ways we never expect. When Jack, a homeless man, gave all his money to a little boy, he didn’t know the profound ripple effect it would create. Years later, that same boy, now an adult, repaid Jack’s kindness by saving his life and helping him rebuild his future.

The lesson here is simple: generosity and compassion, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, can create bonds that transcend time. What we do for others, especially in their moments of need, can return to us in unexpected and life-changing ways.

This story also reminds us that we never know what someone else is going through, and that helping others without expecting anything in return is a reflection of true humanity. Acts of kindness, like Jack’s, remind us that empathy and care are powerful forces in a world that can sometimes feel cold and indifferent.

What do you think? Have you ever experienced a moment where a small act of kindness made a huge difference in your life or someone else’s? Let us

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St. Mary’s General Hospital, a beacon of medical excellence in an affluent suburban community, was about to face an unexpected challenge. When Angela Parker, a talented Black nurse, joined their staff, she had no idea of the deep-seated prejudices she would encounter. As tensions mounted and conflicts escalated, a seemingly ordinary patient named Thomas Edwards watched silently from his hospital bed.

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The pristine halls of St. Mary’s General Hospital gleamed under the fluorescent lights as Angela Parker took her first steps inside. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and an underlying current of tension that made her stomach churn. Despite her nervousness, Angela straightened her back and lifted her chin, determined to make a good first impression.

As she approached the nurses’ station, Angela noticed the sudden hush that fell over the area. Conversations dwindled to whispers, and eyes darted away from her as if afraid to make contact. She swallowed hard, pushing down the familiar feeling of isolation that threatened to overwhelm her.

“Excuse me,” Angela said, her voice steady despite her nerves. “I’m Angela Parker, the new nurse. Could you direct me to the Head Nurse’s office?”

A blonde nurse looked up, her blue eyes widening slightly before a practiced smile spread across her face. “Of course,” she replied, her tone polite but cool. “Down the hall, third door on the right.”

Angela nodded her thanks and made her way down the corridor, acutely aware of the eyes following her progress. The click of her sensible shoes echoed in the silence, each step feeling like a thunderclap in the unnaturally quiet space.

As she neared the office, a tall, distinguished-looking man in a white coat emerged from a nearby room. His salt-and-pepper hair and authoritative bearing marked him as a senior doctor. Angela’s heart quickened with hope. Perhaps this would be her chance to make a positive connection.

“Good morning, doctor,” she said, offering a warm smile. “I’m Angela Parker, the new nurse starting today. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The doctor’s steel-gray eyes swept over her, his expression impassive. “Dr. William Greaves,” he replied curtly. “I trust you’ve been properly oriented to our protocols.”

Before Angela could respond, Dr. Greaves continued, “We maintain very high standards here at St. Mary’s. I hope you’re prepared to meet them.”

Without waiting for a reply, he brushed past her, leaving Angela standing alone in the hallway, her outstretched hand slowly falling to her side. The interaction left her feeling deflated, but Angela refused to let it dampen her spirits. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and knocked on the Head Nurse’s door.

As she waited for a response, Angela’s mind drifted back to her days in nursing school, her mother’s words echoing in her ears:

“Baby girl,” her mother had said, her voice filled with a mixture of pride and concern. “You’re going to have to fight twice as hard as everyone else, but don’t you ever let them see you sweat. You come from a long line of strong women, and you’ve got that same strength in you.”

Angela remembered the late-night studying, the extra hours in the lab, and the constant feeling of having to prove herself. She recalled the subtle dismissals from some professors, the raised eyebrows when she aced an exam, and the whispered comments from classmates questioning whether she truly belonged. But through it all, Angela had persevered. She graduated at the top of her class, her determination and skill silencing even her harshest critics.

Now, standing in the halls of St. Mary’s, Angela drew strength from those memories. She had overcome obstacles before, and she would do so again.

The door opened, revealing a middle-aged woman with a stern expression. “Miss Parker, I presume,” she said, her tone clipped. “Come in. We have a lot to cover, and I expect you to keep up.”

As Angela followed the Head Nurse into the office, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was stepping into more than just a new job. The air in the hospital seemed charged with an undercurrent of tension, a silent storm brewing beneath the surface of professional smiles and sterile efficiency. Little did Angela know that her presence would soon become the catalyst for change in the halls of St. Mary’s, challenging long-held prejudices and exposing the toxic culture that lurked behind its prestigious facade. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

The rest of Angela’s first day passed in a whirlwind of orientations, introductions, and a mountain of paperwork. As she made her way through the hospital, she couldn’t help but notice the subtle ways in which she was excluded. Conversations would drop to a hush as she approached, only to resume in hushed tones once she passed. Her attempts at small talk with fellow nurses were met with polite but distant responses, leaving her feeling like an outsider in what should have been a collaborative environment.

By the time her shift ended, Angela was mentally and emotionally exhausted. As she gathered her things from her locker, she overheard two nurses talking in hushed tones around the corner.

“Did you see the new hire?” one whispered.

“Yeah. I don’t know what they were thinking,” the other replied. “This isn’t exactly the neighborhood for, you know…”

Angela’s hand froze on her locker door, her heart sinking. She had hoped that the initial coolness was just first-day jitters, but now the reality of her situation was becoming painfully clear. This wasn’t just a new job; it was going to be a daily battle against prejudice and preconceptions.

As she left the hospital, the weight of the day pressed down on her shoulders. Angela made her way to the bus stop, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The excitement she had felt that morning had been replaced by a gnawing sense of doubt and isolation. Sitting on the hard plastic bench, Angela pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number. After two rings, a warm, comforting voice answered.

“Hey, baby girl. How was your first day?”

At the sound of her mother’s voice, Angela felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She took a shaky breath, determined not to break down in public.

“It was challenging, Mama,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before her mother spoke again, her voice filled with understanding and strength.

“Angela Marie Parker, you listen to me. You’ve worked too hard to let anyone make you feel less than. Remember who you are and where you come from. You’re not just there for yourself; you’re there for every little Black girl who dreams of being in those halls one day.”

Angela closed her eyes, letting her mother’s words wash over her. “I know, Mama. It’s just… I didn’t expect it to be this hard.”

“Nothing worth doing is ever easy, baby,” her mother replied. “But you’ve got the strength of generations behind you. Hold your head high, do your job better than anyone else, and don’t you dare let them see you falter. You hear me?”

“Yes, Mama,” Angela said, feeling a renewed sense of determination. “I hear you.”

As she ended the call, Angela noticed a sleek black Mercedes slow down as it passed the bus stop. Through the tinted windows, she caught a glimpse of Dr. Greaves. His eyes locked on her for a moment before the car sped away.

Angela squared her shoulders, her mother’s words echoing in her mind. She may be facing an uphill battle, but she was far from alone. With the strength of her family behind her and her own determination to prove herself, Angela knew she could weather whatever challenges St. Mary’s threw her way. As the bus approached, Angela stood, ready to face another day. Little did she know that her presence at St. Mary’s was about to set in motion a chain of events that would challenge the very foundations of the hospital’s culture, exposing long-hidden prejudices and forcing a reckoning that was long overdue.

 

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Mom Pens Letter To The Nurses Who Took Care Of Her When Her Baby Was Stillborn

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Rachel Whalen suffered one of the most devastating losses imaginable – the loss of a child. It’s a topic many feel afraid to address and spend a lot of time tiptoeing around.

Whalen went through incredible pain and nearly lost her life when she delivered her daughter, Dorothy, stillborn.

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She posted this heartwarming testimonial on the Facebook page known as An Unexpected Family Outing, and people have resonated with its beautiful message.

First, Whalen began her letter by thanking the nurses who saved her life, with both their skills and their kindness and compassion.

She attests that it is the humanity and love shown to her by these nurses that guided her and helped her to come back to life, more than just physically – emotionally, too.

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She thanked the nurses who provided sufficient pillows to her husband when he stayed the night with her in her room, and who helped him to sneak out some popsicles from the hospital’s fridge.

Whalen was grateful that they recognized that, although he was not the person giving birth, he, too, was experiencing grief from losing a daughter and almost losing his wife.

Whalen then got more personal and shared with readers the stories of the nurses who went above and beyond their duties.

She thanked the nurse who advocated for her survival and rushed alongside her when she was hurried to the hospital’s Intensive Care Unit directly from the Labor and Delivery unit, without whom she may not have survived.

She also thanked the nurse who taught her how to suppress the production of milk that her body naturally created, though there was no longer any baby to feed.

Whalen was shown how to place ice packs safely in her bra.

This same nurse would also go onto hold Whalen tightly as she sobbed and cried over the loss of her baby.

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Whalen also extended her gratefulness to the nurse who helped to clean her in the Intensive Care Unit.

This nurse helped Whalen brush her hair and wash her face, and helped to gently smooth her hair back so it could be tied into a ponytail.

Whalen recalls that it was a different touch to the prodding and poking she’d endured – it was a gentle gesture of kindness, from one human to another.

Then, Whalen talked about nurses who forged an emotional connection with her.

She thanked the nurse who gently asked her about her daughter, Dorothy, by name – something others seemed frightened of doing up to that point.

That nurse asked her, gently, if she wanted to talk about her baby girl, and it was so important for Whalen to feel that her young one was real.

Another nurse who was thanked was the one who dressed Dorothy and took her picture in a graceful, beautiful way – a picture Whalen and her family will treasure forever.

Whalen also thanked all the nurses who took the time to learn and remember her name, her husband’s name, and her daughter’s name between shift changes, helping Whalen to feel a sense of family.

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Most touchingly, Whalen thanked the nurse who came into her hospital room and held her hand through that incredibly painful first night without her baby.

That nurse talked about her own experiences with her own stillborn child, making Whalen feel less alone.

Finally, Whalen thanked all the nurses who had been there for the birth of her first child, Frances, and understood that even though Dorothy passed away, Whalen was still a mother of two.

This heartwrenching letter was signed “The One You Brought Back”, and it is truly a testament to hardworking and compassionate nurses who do more than just care for their patients’ physical needs, but their emotional ones as well.

 

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