“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.”

anniversary of the Infant Comfort Volunteer Program with a small gathering in the hospital courtyard: doctors, nurses, social workers, former patients’ families around folding tables of punch and cookies. Marcus stood by the brick wall, as out of place among the pastel decorations as he’d been on his first day, black leather vest over a clean flannel,continue reading …