Wonderful stories so far.
When I was pregnant with our second child, I was unable to feel any movement while doing my daily “kick counts”. Her due date was only a couple of days away and she had been rather active up until that point.
I decided to drive myself to the hospital while my husband stayed behind with our two year old who had been sick. When I arrived, a nurse was assessing my situation and next to her was a beautiful woman with brown wavy hair in a nurse’s uniform. Somehow I knew her name was Kelly.
I needed an emergency c-section because the monitor showed that my baby was not responsive. Every room I was in nurse Kelly was sitting next to me. I wondered why I was receiving such personalized attention even though she never said a word.
There were two knots in the umbilical cord and they were tied tight. The baby was taken to the NICU and we were told that if she survived, she would be a vegetable. I named her Kelly after the sweet nurse that had been such a comfort to me.
Our daughter was fine. She came home after nine days healthy and pink.
Two years later I had our third child at the same hospital. The same OR nurse, Pat, was with me for the third time for my third c-section in four years. I asked her about nurse Kelly.
She told me there was not a nurse Kelly working there as long as she had been there.
Today, it seems like a dream and it seems so hard to believe. However, I have a lovely 20 year old daughter named Kelly to remind me that something happened many years ago. I remember what nurse Kelly looked like and I remember her sitting next to me in a chair for several days. I found out later that nobody else saw her,