“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.”
Around hour twelve, Sarah leaned close to check Baby Boy Montgomery’s temperature, which meant being near Marcus’s arm resting along the side of the chair. His sleeve had ridden up. On the inside of his left wrist, just below the palm, there was a tattoo. Not the big pieces on his forearms, continue reading …
