Vitals and Valor

I checked her nursing license today & what I found stopped me in my tracks.

April Hill’s nursing license was suspended following what happened to my daughter. I fought hard for that suspension because I refused to let what happened to Ny’anna simply disappear.

But today, I discovered that her license has since been reinstated with disciplinary limitations.

Knowing that honestly scares me.

Not because I want to keep reliving the past, but because I know what my child experienced. And the thought of her potentially returning to a position where she could have responsibility over another vulnerable person is something I cannot simply ignore.

Imagine being a mother who has already watched her child be harmed by someone who was supposed to provide care and then discovering that person may eventually be able to return to healthcare.

How am I supposed to be okay with that?

This is bigger than my family now. It raises a question that I believe every parent, patient, and healthcare worker should be asking .

When something happens to a vulnerable patient, is a temporary suspension enough? And who is making sure the next patient is safe?

I will never be able to erase what happened to Ny’anna. But if speaking about it makes even one person pay closer attention, ask harder questions, or advocate for stronger protections for vulnerable patients, then I will keep speaking. 💔

With love,
Emma.
Emma Marie
Ny'anna's Journey

The ER… the place we all hate but hate to admit we know too well.

Every single time before I dial 911 and grab my hospital bags … I cry…. Because for most people it’s a “quick trip” to the ER… but for us it’s never quick. It’s usually a week to a month of our life.

Most of the time we arrive between 1–3 AM exhausted before we even walk through the doors. I answer the same questions over and over again while barely keeping my eyes open.

“What brought you in tonight?”
“When did the fever start?”
“Has she been vomiting?”

I literally already told the doctor, Then shift change happens and now I’m repeating myself again.. My eyes are bloodshot red, my brain is foggy and I’m trying to stay awake while my oldest daughter sleeps curled up in a chair beside me.

Then another nurse walks in.
More questionss

“She started a fever yesterday. I had it under control… then in the middle of the night she started vomiting”

And silently in my head I’m thinking why the FCK can’t they just write this down and pass the information on ???

I look over at both of my girls completely drained. Ny’eema is uncomfortable and exhausted. Ny’anna is tired of being poked over and over again!

Eventually we get maybe an hour of sleep before they wake us up again to move us upstairs. It’s 4:45 in the morning & my feet are dragging through the halls as we head from the ER to the NICU. I’m exhausted, my kids exhausted. but also relieved because at least there’s a little more space upstairs. Still I already know it’ll be another hour before I can actually rest.

Then the doctor comes in and asks the same questions all over again.
Then the nurse comes in.
Again. And Again!

By that point I don’t even know what answers I’m giving anymore because my body and mind are completely running on empty.

The scariest part is how normal this life starts to feel.

ER trips are hard.
Not just physically but emotionally.
The fear, the exhaustion, the waiting the repeating the uncertainty… it all takes a piece out of you every single time.

- Vitals & Valor

People see the bags packed and think it’s just a trip. What they don’t see is the strength it takes to carry a life in medical supplies, medications, machines, schedules, and prayers. This is only a small glimpse into medical mom life. Heavy on the heart, heavy on the hands… but I’ll carry it every single time for my baby.

- Vitals And Valor



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As many of you know, on August 28th, we’ll be celebrating Ny’anna’s 10th birthday in a truly unforgettable way. After months of trying to decide what her Make-A-Wish should be, God gently placed something so powerful on our hearts to use her wish not for ourselves, but to bless others.

Because we’ve spent so much of our lives in the hospital, we know what it feels like to be there the long nights, the silent prayers, the weight of the unknown. So instead of choosing something just for her, Ny’anna and our family decided to give back. With the help of Make-A-Wish Michigan, we are preparing to bless over 600 families with care packages filled with love, hope, and compassion.

These tags you see will be placed on each package a small piece of her heart wrapped in every single one. I can’t describe what it feels like to be on this side of the blessing. It’s overwhelming in the most beautiful way.

What started as a search for one little girl’s wish has turned into something so much greater. I pray this is just the beginning the first ripple in a wave of impact far beyond what we can imagine. God is truly doing something special, and I’m so grateful He’s using our story to touch others.

Ny’anna’s life is proof that even the smallest hands can make the biggest difference. ✨💗

Adding A Little Joy Project to Ny’anna’s Make a Wish. Thanks to Make-A-Wish Michigan for making this wish come true!

This mini-kit includes sticky notes and colorful markers to help you spread kindness during your hospital stay. Inspired by Ny’eema and her big-hearted spirit, this project is all about leaving uplifting messages in unexpected places — like elevators, waiting rooms, or nurses’ stations. A few words can make a big difference. Write a note. Leave it behind. Make someone smile.