This hits a whole different level for me. From one labor and delivery nurse to another, God couldn't have hand-picked a better person to be in my life that night than you. I remember the strange relief I felt when you, a stranger, took over my care. I remember you staying with me while I cried uncontrollably, scared out of my mind, until my husband got there; who was two hours away. I remember you wiping the mascara off my face, because it was everywhere it didn't belong. I remember you not once making me feel like I was THE LEAST WANTED patient on the floor; a labor and delivery nurse, on mag, in preterm labor PPROM 4 weeks prior, at 26 weeks, with probably chorio, AND mo/di twins none the less. I remember you never making me feel like a problem every time you stepped out of the room just for me to call you back in to use a bedpan (knowing damn well I was going to have to get a Foley during my inevitable cesarean anyway). I remember you never giving me false hope, but instead stayed kind, confident, and my advocate for 12 straight hours. Mostly I remember knowing this was the night I had dreaded ever since my water broke; the night I would no longer be the protector and grower of my babies. You promised not to leave me. Without saying it, you promised to make it the best experience possible. You did. And I'm forever grateful.