When I was a newborn and unable to breathe on my own, nurses and doctors surrounded me, but none of them I could call my own. Several weeks later when my time in NICU was through, they wheeled me into the ICC, hoping someone would see me through. Small enough to fit in the palm of your hands, you bent down and whispered into my heart--"I have a plan."
Little did I know your plan was to more than nurse me into breathing room air on my own. Your plan was to love me and nurture me until I found my forever home.
In a few short days I will celebrate 2 years since the first time meeting my mom and dad; it was you who just before I met them whispered, "this is part of my plan."
The first day they came you bathed me, you groomed me, you even put on my Wednesday best. Oh it felt so good when they held me tightly against their chest. It must have felt good to them too, because they told the tribe they want to be the ones to wipe my pooh.
9 weeks later Mom and Dad said they were almost ready for me to come home. They just needed to buy a van. You whispered to me once again, "this is part of my plan."
1 year after I met them, exactly to the day, you came to my adoption day. You shared with everyone you're glad I get to stay, but asked when do I get to come and play? Mom said we can go to the city, we have the van. You held me close and whispered to me, "I know, it's part of my plan."
Another year has passed and with it came some PICU stays; you came to visit me but I was too sick to play.
Now we live in the city, only a few miles from you, and that makes me happy because I've really missed you.
So I want to take this moment, to say "thank-you", because I get to celebrate another year with my mom and dad wiping my pooh; and Nurse Dawn Ogilvie seeing me through.
Most of all, thank you for coming over today, it was fun just to play; but somehow, I think this special play day was part of your plan anyway.
I love you Nurse Heidi,