Yesterday was National Nurse’s Day, so I thought I would write a few words about nurses.

In my memoir, An Innocent, A Broad, I wrote about my experience having my first baby, Jack, unexpectedly, during what was supposed to be a weekend visit to London. Jack was born a few months early, in a London NHS hospital, and though Denis and I had packed for two nights, it would be almost six months before we would return to the US with our baby. Denis had to return to the states to work, and since I didn’t know anyone in London, I spent most of my days and nights after Jack was born, hanging around the Neonatal Intensive Care unit, staring at my dear, tiny baby, and becoming friends with the nurses, who were my saviors.