“I’ve Been A NICU Nurse For Thirteen Years, And I Almost Judged A Giant Tattooed Biker By His Hands. He Asked To Hold The Baby Nobody Had Come To Visit, And Sat In The Same Chair For Twelve Hours. Then A Nurse Noticed The Small, Faded Tattoo On His Wrist: A Name, And A Date.”

His black leather vest had been left outside the unit because of hospital rules. But even in a blue disposable gown, he looked completely out of place beneath the soft lights of a NICU. It took twelve hours to understand why his hands were so careful.

“Is That the Little One Who Needs Someone to Sit With Him?”

The first time I saw the giant biker step continue reading …