My mom’s been a nursery nurse for almost 40 years. Her hands look older than their time. They’re soft like silk, with lines and lines of wrinkles, each one deeper than the next. She calls them her Mother Teresa hands. Ever since I was a little girl, every night I’d watch her massage lotion into them right before she went to bed. As a teenager, I would tease her and tell her that her hands looked so old. She would laugh and tell me that my hands would look like hers one day. Now, as a labor and delivery nurse, we attend the same deliveries. I see the way those hands care for our patients. In a persistent battle stay clean and prevent infection, I have watched her constantly wash her hands between patients, between procedures, and before and after entering every room. Water, soap, and antibacterial gel have aged them. But when a baby surprises me, or a delivery unexpectedly presents us with a still and silent baby, I’m always comforted to see her steady hands guiding the baby back to beating and breathing. I’ve seen her hands constantly provide compassionate care to so many people, regardless of why or how they found themselves in front of us. I’ve seen her hands compel a cry from so many babies, the sound easing every person in the room. I’ve seen her hands patiently help so many mothers breastfeed, repositioning a baby or giving a mother a reassuring touch. As I look at my own hands now, I can only hope that one day my hands will look like hers.
For anyone out there who has ever been cared for by a nurse, know that our hands and our hearts are always ready to care for you. As nurses, we all have “Mother Teresa hands.” Our hands cradle and comfort, they hold and heal, and they nurse. Think of every single thing we do with them! Think of every single thing our hands are capable of. Think of all of their healing power. Relish every wrinkle and be amazed at all that we do with our touch. We are capable of so many things ❤
Until my next delivery ❤