To the nurse that made me cry:

I don’t know your name.  We only met briefly when you checked on us in the middle of the night.  I was already feeling anxious when you came in.  My newborn wasn’t feeding well.  She had lost a lot of weight and I couldn’t tell if she was getting enough to eat. 

You were very direct with everything you said.  I wasn’t your biggest fan for that reason.  As a new mom with crazy hormones, your bluntness was off-putting and seemed rude.  

I don’t know if you were my nurse or Camryn’s nurse because it was the middle of the night and we were sleep deprived.  I don’t know if we crossed paths on the second or third night.  What I do know is that you made me cry. 

Even though I thought you were rude, I later told Weston that I felt like God sent me exactly who I needed at that time.  You see, I needed someone that was direct.  I needed you because you were honest. You didn’t waste time with pleasantries.  I knew you were honest because you didn’t have time to waste with guessing games.  That’s why I trusted you when you said those four words that made me burst into tears. 

“You’re a good mom.”

You knew I was worried about my baby.  You could see on my face that I didn’t know what to do.  I don’t remember our entire conversation, but I do remember you looking me directly in the eyes and telling me I’m a good mom.  You said you knew I was a good mom because I was worried about my baby.  I wanted the best for her and I wanted her to get enough to eat. 

You didn’t know that earlier that week, I was told the exact opposite.  You didn’t know that because my baby wasn’t gaining weight, I started to believe it.  The words, “you’re a good mom,” were exactly what I didn’t know I needed.  But God did.  I fully believe God led you to say those words and I’m so thankful you listened.  

Thank you for showing us some feeding tricks to help nourish our baby.  Thank you for going out of your way to help us after letting me cry on your shoulder.  Most of all, thank you for making me cry.