Amy was a literal godsend during our labor and delivery experience. She wasn’t originally our assigned nurse—she stepped in when our nurse had to leave mid-shift. But from the moment Amy entered the room, something shifted. She brought with her a sense of peace, comfort, and confidence that we didn’t even realize we needed.

Amy didn’t just care for me physically—she cared for my heart. She comforted me through every contraction, every fear, and every vulnerable moment. She spoke with compassion, treated my husband and me like family, and quickly earned the title of “Aunty Amy” in our hearts.

What truly sets her apart is the way she never made me feel stupid, ignorant, or alone—not for a second. Her presence was steady, her words were reassuring, and her hands were strong but gentle.

When I began to hemorrhage after delivery, Amy stayed long past her shift to ensure I was safe, stable, and emotionally supported. She didn’t leave until she knew I was okay. That kind of dedication and heart cannot be taught—it’s a calling.

Amy, if you ever see this, know that you are woven into one of the most meaningful days of our lives. Our paths may never cross again, but you will forever have a place in our story and in our hearts.

To anyone reading this: if there’s a Nurse of the Year award, Amy deserves it. She’s the reason we look back on our delivery with gratitude and peace, even in the hardest moments.