Day #5- This is what it's about!

What a rough day! I had P.M. shift which I thought would be less stressful. Boy, was I wrong. At the beginning of my shift I was on our usual floor(genetics 9th floor) but today they needed us on the 7th. There are no genetic disabilities on the floor, but that doesn't mean the atmosphere was any different. There were two rooms that me and lindsay had to watch between the two of us which I thought was pretty easy. The first room had an adorable 2 week old that was a little peanut. I decided to go over to the second room where there were only two kids. A little girl: four months old and a little boy:1 1/2 years old named Daniel. I put Daniel in the swing while I entertained him! As I was swinging him a nurse busts through the door and starts shouting romanian. Not far behind was an indian family. 2 parents and an older girl(around 10 years old) and two screaming little boys(about 1 and 2). It didn't take me long to figure out that I was about to witness another drop-off. The boys(the ones being dropped off) were clinging to there mother while she forcefully pushed them into the crib. I will always remember how the youngest one tried to jump over the crib gate as the nurse was pulling it up. The parents and the girl then quickly hurried away with not even a goodbye or a second glance. I was mortified! Unlike the first drop-off, this one was very forceful and the nurses had no compassion what so ever. I decided to make myself useful and entertain the children. I pulled out some toys and tried to get them engaged; it took me 10 minutes to get them to stop looking at the doors and windows and to cease crying. I finally got them to quiet down when the same nurses busts through the door yet again, grabs the youngest boy by the arm and carries him out. His screams could be heard all the way down the hall way. The older boy was crying again by this time and it took me another 5-10 minutes to quiet him down. Yet again the nurse reappears, throws the younger boy in the crib(hitting his head off the rails) and dragging the eldest to his feet and making him walk down the hall way. I looked at the younger boy and noticed that they put a small port in his foot for easy IV access I guess. Right then and there tears started pouring down my face. I tried to smile and entertain the screaming toddler, but how on earth do you comfort a kid who has lost everything he has ever known?! A little later the nurse comes back in with the other boy(also with a port in him) throwing him down on the crib and roughly changing both their diapers. I was shocked she did this much. The older boy kept looking out the window with a distant look in his eyes. After looking a couple of seconds he would begin to cry. I was thankful that he fell asleep, because the look in his eyes was unbearable. "How can any one do this?" I kept asking myself. I wanted to give up and come back home. But then I was reminded that someone needs to show these kids love. The younger boy started to calm down and actually started to have fun. The brothers crib(yes they were in one crib) was beside Daniels' and it didn't take them long to connect. The abandoned boy would swing his stuffed animal hitting it on the crib bars making Daniel laugh so hard it was barely audible. I couldn't help but giggle as I saw the smiles on both their faces. I guess this is what it's all about. Giving love to those who have none. If I go home with accomplishing nothing but that....I will be a happy girl! Well, thats all for now. Please continue praying for the brothers and every other child in the hospital! CIAO for now!!!