Tuesday, November 2, 2010

My Promise

You grasp my finger with your tiny hand.  My finger that is bigger than your arm.  You who are impossibly small, but perfect and feisty. You sometimes kick and cry.  Your little arms and legs stretching out into the world around you. I examine you every day and promise you that I will do the best that I can to help you grow.

Your mom looks at me with fear in her eyes.  I promise her that we will do everything we can.  That we'll be with her every step of the way.  We say having a preemie is a roller coaster ride.  I hope that she knows we'll support her on this trip.

This is why I do my job. My goal every day is to do my best for you and all the other babies in my care. You who are the size of my hand, may I be up to the task.  This is my wish!