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    'The nurse who got my child's handprints'


    CNN PRODUCER NOTE     Tony Posnanski shared the story of a woman's remembrance of a daughter who passed away shortly after birth. Lorna Griggs says she is not looking for the nurse who created a print of her daughter's hands and feet, but hopes the nurse knows how much the print has meant to her.
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    My name is Tony  Posnanski and I am a writer. Over the last month I have helped some wonderful people get their story out to the world which include Karen Suffern and her twins fight against bullying, women fighting breast cancer and a woman training for the  Boston Marathon.


    I received an email the other day and I could not ignore it. I wanted to help…


    One  of my readers, Stephanie, sent me an email she knew I would connect with. In the email was a Facebook post written by her friend Lorna Griggs. Lorna lost a child in 1999 and each year to commemorate her, she  writes a little more about September 30th, 1999, one of the hardest days for her to talk about.


    Lorna wanted to share a story of an exceptional nurse who took the time to rock her baby and get her handprints. Lorna didn't know this nurse, but the nurse rocked her baby, and used her warmth to pry open the baby's hands.


    A baby that Lorna and her family were blessed to spend 52 minutes with.


    When I asked Lorna what she would say to the nurse if she had a channce to say thanks, she did said…


    “I have not forgotten your kindness. You gave me a priceless gift, and I will always remember you with gratitude."


    She posted this on Facebook and got over 100 shares.



    As someone who lost a child, I did not post this story to find the nurse. I posted it to thank all of the nurses out there and to share Lorna's story.


    Lorna’s words:


    “Because Talitha’s birth was so unexpected (she was over 4 weeks early),
    because her delivery was an emergency, and because her life was so short,
    my out-of-town family members were not able to reach the hospital before
    she died. We kept her with us for a few hours afterward so that everyone
    could see her as they arrived.


    And because she was dying, as soon as she was born she had been cleaned up
    and immediately handed to us so we could spend as much time as possible
    with her. (We had learned in June that she had anencephaly, which is always
    fatal; there was nothing anyone could do to help her.)


    And because of those becauses and because we had been so busy trying to
    cram a lifetime into a morning, we realized too late that getting her
    handprints and footprints had been neglected. By the time anyone
    remembered, her little hands had already clenched in death and would not


    When it's not even lunchtime and your heart has already been stomped on and
    shredded into a million little pieces, it doesn't take much to ruin your
    day, and this realization seemed like the proverbial last straw -- but then
    a nurse who just happened to be in the room asked if she could try


    She took Talitha down to the nursery and rocked her and rocked her and
    rocked her, massaging and rubbing her hands the whole time. She was finally
    able to get them warm and pliable enough to open. After what seemed like an
    eternity, she came back with these prints for me.


    I don’t remember her name. I’ve never been able to thank her other than at
    the moment she brought the papers to me, but I often wish I could. I know
    that cradling a stranger’s dead newborn certainly was not what she had been
    planning on doing when she got out of bed that morning, and I am
    tremendously grateful for the time and effort she took to give me such a


    It is the best birthday gift I’ve ever gotten, especially on someone else’s


    So wherever you are, young nurse with the brown hair who was working at
    Shannon Hospital in San Angelo, Texas around lunchtime on Thursday,
    September 30, 1999, thank you. You gave my baby an hour or so of your time.
    And through that act, you gave me a lifetime of memories.


    I wish I knew your name.”

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