Walking across the parking lot to the sliding glass doors, doors I had not crossed in 6 months to the day, April 21st, I wondered how long my eyes were going to stay dry. Not long. The admission clerk was not the one I remember and oh how I wish it was her as I would wrap my arms around her neck and squeeze tightly with appreciation. Lady, God used you to love on me, Matthew and Ethan.

Next, I was sent upstairs to seek out Connie, one of the nurses that cared for us after Ethan's birth. As I approached the desk and requested seeing Connie, the woman with salt and pepper hair hesitantly stated, "I am Connie". This was not my Connie, but she offered to help anyway. I started by giving her a smidge of the story as to why I was at the hospital visiting and it all ended in both of us crying and her embracing me ever so tightly. This was not my original Connie, but another Connie that still cares.

My next stop was Labor and Delivery, searching for Original Connie, Teresa and other staff that blessed us the 24 hours we were at the hospital. Non were present, but was able to share why I had come and how much I appreciate the hearts of the nurses and doctors. With tears on my face and sadness seen in their eyes, we conversed as compassionate humans, not healthcare professional to patient. Thank you nursing staff for the love, tears and compassion you bestowed on our family on April 21st. I think of our baby every day and therefore I think of you as well.