“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.”

into our NICU, I thought he’d taken a wrong turn. He was the kind of man people noticed before he said a word: nearly six-foot-seven, broad shoulders, shaved head, thick white beard, tattooed arms, and hands so large and scarred they looked more suited to welding steel than holding something as fragile as a newborn. Even in a blue disposable gown, continue reading …