i believe in thank-you's.

When i was going through labor, my nurse obviously had never had a baby because she wouldn't have come into my room (as i was clearly in uncomfortable pain) and seriously say, "my arm really hurts. i just got my flu shot." really?! 

but this is not a story about that nurse. 

it's a shame that the nurses during my labor made me feel in the dark. 

but my nurses during recovery? every bit of amazing. 

Two nurses in particular. My day nurse Gloria (above with a day old Felix) showed me the "football hold" when i was having trouble nursing Felix on one side. It was a life saver we still use now. She answered all my silly questions with reassurance that made me feel comforted but more importantly, confident in my new role as a Mama. 

My night nurse Annie i wish i had a photo of, but she was only there the first night i delivered Felix. She gave me countless boxes of cran-apple juice, gave me my first bath to show me how to clean my incision, and because she was filipino-- automatically felt like family. In fact, she asked me what my family called me and from then on, called me Mickey every time she came to check on me. 

These two ladies were such blessings and made this huge transition in my life gentle. 

Since we were taking Felix in for a two week check-up, i knew we had to make a stop on the 6th floor to drop off thank-you cards for Annie and Gloria. We also included a box of my favorite chocolates, ferrero rocher.

I told them that they may not remember me among their many patients, but i would NEVER forget them and the care and attention they showed me and my little family.

We got to see Gloria who remembered Felix's name (which made me feel special and so glad we were there). When she hugged me, she said she would see me in a year when we have a boy. ;)

I believe in thank-you's. I believe in hugs. And that is definitely something i'm going to teach our daughter.