Neonatal Nurse Quotes

A group of grandmothers is a tapestry. A group of toddlers, a jubilance (see also: a bewailing). A group of librarians is an enlightenment. A group of visual artists is a bioluminescence. A group of short story writers is a Flannery. A group of musicians is--a band. A resplendence of poets. A beacon of scientists. A raft of social workers. A group of first responders is a valiance. A group of peaceful protestors is a dream. A group of special education teachers is a transcendence. A group of neonatal ICU nurses is a divinity. A group of hospice workers, a grace. Humans in the wild, gathered and feeling good, previously an exhilaration, now: a target. A target of concert-goers. A target of movie-goers. A target of dancers. A group of schoolchildren is a target.

A whole hospital ward seemed to be crossdressing, nurses pretending to be mothers playing like boys with Tinkertoy babies.

You all right, Mom? Want me to get the nurse?” “You were born with teeth, you know,” Clare said. “Nursing you was extremely painful. My nipples bled.” Mona yawned. “You also secreted breast milk when you were an infant,” Clare said. This was new. “What?” “The doctor called it neonatal milk,” Clare said. “But the nurses called it Witches’ Milk.” “I had milk coming out of my baby nipples?” Mona asked. Clare smiled wistfully. “Yes.” “Did I breastfeed anyone?” Mona asked. “Only the dog,” Clare said. Mona laughed. “We didn’t have a dog yet.” “The neighbor’s dog,” Clare said.