I got a call at 6 am. I needed to rush to the NICU. 9 days earlier, I had given birth to a beautiful baby boy at 25 weeks. He weighed only 14 oz. While he was small, he was passing all of his tests with flying colors. We had no doubt in our mind he was going to live. Well, that fateful day in December, our hearts broke. After two and a half hours of CPR, and more adrenaline than a normal adult man should have, our baby boy passed in our arms. Lindie was the night nurse on call when the emergency rang. She alerted the doctors and helped all she could. Despite her shift being over hours ago, after our son died, Lindie came into the bereavement room with us. Our son was purple. My favorite color. I felt as if purple was my enemy. I didn't know how purple could be my enemy. I didn't want to hold him because he was cold. I didn't want pictures because he was purple. Lindie, despite my protests, took every angle of picture she could possibly think of. She got him dressed for burial. She took great care. Now that time has passed, I can't think of life without those pictures. My son was on a ventilator in life, so these pictures are the only pictures of his full face. I can look at them, see him, and remember my sweet boy.

Two years later, I had a rainbow baby. She was a girl. We delivered at the same hospital and Lindie made arrangements so she could be part of the birth. She took care of our girl after she was born. My daughter was put in the NICU transition because she didn't have high enough oxygen levels. Lindie was there and took care of her while she was learning how to be outside of Mommie's house. I'm so grateful for the care Lindie has taken of our family. I have a memory and connection of my son that I wouldn’t have if not for her.