Today, I delivered a one pound preemie. I was only 23 weeks and it has been a struggle to keep the baby inside until viability. Just before I delivered, the nurse Jaime came into my room to talk to me about what was going on in my pregnancy. I have been here for a while. I did not even know I was in labor. I went to the bathroom because I was feeling pressure. The baby dropped without warning. I went into hysterical shock screaming and crying for my baby not to pass away. Jaime got right in my face and forced me to focus on the outside situation. I had withdrawn mentally. She kept me grounded even though I was not making eye contact. She had her hands and voice in my ear. Without her hands on my slipping reality, I fear I might have spiraled into a very dark place. After things calmed down she walked with me to NICU. Jaime talked with me while I sat with my child as he struggled for life. Her strength, compassion, and knowledge in this hard time were the only thing that kept me sane in this impossible situation. She stayed positive and showed love and compassion for a stranger, me. Those values are what I believe make the most extraordinary nurse staff. I love her now even though I do not know her. A soul like that should be cherished.