After two months of overnights you find yourself at your last shift. The baby is sleeping great, parents are feeling recovered and settled into their role of parents, and there is a feeling of peace throughout the household.
You write a note on the chalkboard, snuggle the puppy, and say your goodbyes to the household. It's bittersweet, the family is exactly where you want them to be, but that means they no longer need you.
The morning is filled with hugs, baby snuggles, and one last photo together.
I love my job. I love the care I provide families with and the relationship I have with them. I get to be part of their village, and them part of mine.
I love the peaceful nights spent snuggling their baby knowing they're well rested and feel supported.
These nights are something that will always feel sacred to me, a true gift.
Today is a day of rest, a day of honoring the place the family is now in, not thanks to me, but thanks to their village and new found confidence.
It takes a village. I will never not be honored to be a part of that village.
Last night with sweet baby O...