I came in due to a miscarriage that was not going well. It was decided that a D&C needed to be done. I had an ultrasound one more time just to make sure and after seeing the surgery would still need to be done, I was devastated. I came back to the room where Kristi sat with me for 30 minutes while I cried and clutched the picture of my baby. Once I was done crying, she talked about curly hair with me and despite horrible circumstances, when she left the room I was smiling. I remained positive going into the D&C but when I came out reality set in. I didn't want to talk or eat and then the doctor told me they were sending me home. I had no idea how I could handle the pain, bleeding, and despair and my 22-month old daughter. A familiar feeling of depression came over me. My husband needed a break, so she gave him some time and came into the room. She sat with me holding my hand while I sobbed and sobbed. She then called the doctor to see if I could stay one more day and walked around with me while I talked. Before she left, she got a frame for the picture (ultrasound). Her kindness pulled me out of what surely would have been a very dark place.