There is no greater heartache than losing a child. When you lose your parents, you become an orphan. When you lose your spouse, they call you a widow or widower. But, when you lose a child, there is no specific term for it because no word can describe the pain of losing a child. When my husband and I found out that we lost our baby, our whole world collapsed. We were downhearted. The doctor told us that I would be induced to deliver my stillborn. Aside, from the pain and feeling of emptiness, I was scared, I have never gone through this before. Coming to the L&D unit, nothing has changed. The feeling was still the same. But nurse Jessie made the environment so therapeutic not just for me but for my husband as well. She let us take our time. She let us go through the whole process at our own pace. She let us grieve and mourn. We never felt that we were rushed. She never treated us as patients that just delivered a “dead” baby. We felt her care and compassion. When I delivered our baby, she handled him like a “normal” baby boy. She cared for our baby full of love. She also treated us with respect. She acknowledged our requests regarding what we wanted to do with our baby. She never hesitated to call a chaplain when we requested it. While handling my emotional state, she never forgot to make sure that all my other physical symptoms after delivering a baby were addressed properly. My husband and I never felt alone all throughout our stay in the hospital. Nurse Jessie was so kind and warm. I am so grateful that she took care of me at the lowest point of my life. She is a true DAISY Nurse.