He had a bath and shampoo and has soft silky good smelling hair. That was followed by a nice snuggle with Mommy, which was cut short due to an explosive diaper.
I try to mind my own business around here and generally have no idea what is going on with other patients. (Unless they are screaming and hollering like that kid a few weeks ago.) The staff is discreet and the rooms are private. I try not to look in other rooms when I go by as I don't like it when people stare in at my baby. I generally just have a sense if one is a baby or a bigger kid and you can't help notice when there are large #s of medical personel hanging around a room. Every once in while I notice a room that had been a hotbed of activity is now vacant. (I'm sure it happens much more often than I take notice of.) That just happened. It is scary and sad. I can't help but wonder and hope that maybe the child was transferred elsewhere but that is probably not the case as I know all too well. I don't really want to be aware of children dying but it bothers me that it can happen without much notice, life just going on all around like nothing happened. I wouldn't want to work here. No one should get used to children dying.
I'm sorry to end on such a sad note. I think I need to get out of here for a little while.