“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.”

nobody visits, sits in that chair for hours, and talks in that low rumble about bears and mountains and rivers. He never makes it about himself. But on his left wrist, every time his sleeve rides up, there’s Dylan. Five letters and a date. And I think that’s why his hands are so careful.

“Look at You Now”

Three years later, our unit celebrated the tenth continue reading …