I tell ya, throughout this whole thing, I had some amazing nurses. While most were trying to do their best in a dire situation, most still were able to manage a smile and small talk. But I have one suggestion. Completely unrealistic, I know, but this was one of the hardest things for me to deal with, both before and after M was born.
In a high-risk, life and death situation, please, I beg you, PLEASE, NO MORE REALLY PREGNANT NURSES! The few times that happened to me, it was like shoving all my failures back in my face again. "So and so" could do it, why couldn't I? And the bitter jealousy. I'm not normally a jealous person, but seeing very pregnant people physically hurt. Why do that do someone in our situation?
No one would mention it. Like if they didn't say something, I wouldn't notice. Only one pregnant nurse, who I honestly didn't know was pregnant by looking at her, would acknowledge it. Jenni, God bless her. She had been here, done that. She almost lost a child the same way we were fighting for Punkin right now. She empowered me. Look what is possible! No false hopes or promises, just the truth. She got it. She understood the fear, the doubt and the pain. She knew when to talk and when to just stop. She gave me a reason to smile, not just cringe. (Now if only I could need joint surgery or something as she switched to an ortho hospital!)
I still have a hard time breathing around pregnant women. I know it's something I need to learn to deal with in general, but during the uncertain time just before and after an extremely premature birth was not one I could handle.