About a month after MoMo was born I followed a couple of interns into the NICU. The first thing you see when you enter is the communal sink to scrub in before seeing the babies.
I was just going about my day, happy to be seeing my baby in a minute and couldn't help but overhear (and when I say overhear, I really just mean hear...they were talking normal, not even trying to whisper) their conversation.
Intern 1: I'm so excited today. I can't believe we get to work on the sickest baby in the NICU.
Intern 2: I know. I didn't know we would even get to work hands on with any of the babies.
My first thought was how inappropriate their conversation was in such an open place where anyone could hear. I remember thinking that I hope the mother of that baby never hears them say that. They quickly moved on and I moved up to the sink...scrubbed....went around the corner to MoMo. This is when I saw the interns looking over MY baby.
I understand that to them this is job, an opportunity but they need to realize that the child, fighting for her life, is MY BABY. MY LIFE. MY EVERYTHING. This is a plea to all of you nurses, interns, doctors, respiratory therapists, etc. please be mindful of your conversations in and around the NICU. You never know who is listening. We understand that the care of the babies is your job but please understand that they are a lifeline.
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