“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.”

Marcus only lowered his chin and whispered, “Easy now, little cub. I’m right here.”

The Chair He Didn’t Leave

The baby didn’t stop immediately. That’s not how it works, not in movies, not in real life. For about ninety seconds he screamed against Marcus’s chest while I stood close enough to intervene if the monitors said anything I didn’t like. Marcus continue reading …