I work in the Neonatal ICU, and have for 6 years. Every nurse has those days where they feel like nothing they do makes any difference. Then there are the shifts where a parent calls for an update and says "I feel safe sleeping at home for the first time in a month because I know YOU are there to watch over my baby".

Then there are the shifts where a parent insists on getting a picture of you holding the baby before they go home. A parent brings their baby in to visit on their birthday, and wants to see the nurse that first told them their baby was alive, not dead. (baby wasn't supposed to survive delivery, and now is okay)

Can you tell I love my job?