There was no single incident but rather 3 days in which my son and I called the PICU home. Everybody, day and night, was amazing, but Allie was the one we spent the most time with. She was there to say good morning and there to say good night. She sat on my son's bed with him time and time again with the teddybear and talked with him about everything going on. She played along and even contributed with the crazy stories about how the bear got into the cake and they counted up the carbs and he learned to calculate the number of units of insulin and learned to inject the bear with a smile on his face.
There's no way around it, diabetes sucks. And sucks so much more when it's a child...your child. Sitting there watching them go through something that apparently isn't so bad once you have the right people around you. Allie spent days caring for my son with the other staff and it felt like watching family care for my son, not a stranger who somehow puts that smile on her face time and time again as we hear the screaming from nearby rooms. That takes a special person to deal with day in and day out and still be able to make such a positive impact on their patients.