“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.”

” I didn’t ask how she knew. You just know sometimes, the way you know when a parent is praying versus bargaining. I did the math on the date without meaning to. The tattoo was about nine years old. I went to the break room and stood there a minute.

I didn’t ask him directly. Some things you wait for. But around hour thirteen, with Baby Boy Montgomery continue reading …