Experiences.
Today, my heart broke into a million pieces. And as I try typing this out, my tears threaten to fall.
For the first time in my life, I held in my hand a fetus. A fetus that had been aborted. He was only 19 weeks old and had completely formed. He was still and cold in my hand. The size of my whole hand. So fragile and innocent. Yet, he couldn't take his first breath on this earth. He didn't even have a glimpse of it. A life so easily taken from one so innocent.
I stroked his head and said a prayer for him. Religion didn't matter then.
Now, all I see is him. It's haunting and heart breaking.
Anyone who said that nursing was easy, never had any of these life changing experiences.
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