"Sweetie, you can lay down in the bed next to your daddy's," the nurse said.
Brady looked up as the familiar nurse walked in.
I made a terrified noise that brought Viny, my old nurse, to the rescue.
Suddenly her door opened softly and her old nurse, Praskovya Savishna, who hardly ever came to that room as the old prince had forbidden it, appeared on the threshold with a shawl round her head.
The nurse caught her breath and smiled.
Carmen glanced up at the nurse for reassurance.
A nurse was unhitching things from my body and asking if I could sit up.
A nurse was hanging an IV on the other bed and glanced up.
She considered debating with the nurse at the front desk, whose friendly grey eyes were familiar.
An hour earlier a nurse wheeled Dean to Cynthia, Fred and their waiting Jeep.
Men let it rest for a while, then figure out whether to nurse it back to health or kill it.
Satisfied, the nurse swept up the linens she'd changed and left.
The nurse arrived after a few minutes and led her in to see Alex.
The nurse dropped her and Toby off, and they trudged to her apartment.
The nurse shook her head at him and left.
The nurse was right: he wouldn't survive if something else went wrong.
The nurse stared at her.
Writing of the moment when she learned that everything has a name, she says: We met the nurse carrying my little cousin; and teacher spelled 'baby.'
The wet nurse supported the coverlet with her chin, while the priest with a goose feather anointed the boy's little red and wrinkled soles and palms.
The nurse would have no way of knowing how uncharacteristic this behavior was for Destiny.
The nurse gave her something.
Alex stood beside her, watching the nurse as she gave instructions to Carmen on how to nurse the infant.
Country kids need a good nurse as much as a city kid, you know.
The nurse interrupted him with a series of questions about my well-being and left after telling me a doctor would visit and breakfast was on the way.
The voice of the friendly nurse from the nurse's station brought her back from her thoughts.
Amid the chaos, a nurse calmly filled out forms in a methodical fashion, looking as if the second coming of Christ wouldn't ruffle her.
Just as he went in he saw that the nurse was hiding something from him with a scared look and that Princess Mary was no longer by the cot.
He went to the cot in confusion, sure that he would find it empty and that the nurse had been hiding the dead baby.
I'll go out to them, said Princess Mary, and in spite of the nurse's and Dunyasha's protests she went out into the porch; Dron, Dunyasha, the nurse, and Michael Ivanovich following her.
"Dunyasha!" she screamed wildly, and tearing herself out of this silence she ran to the servants' quarters to meet her old nurse and the maidservants who came running toward her.
Thus in a time of trouble ever memorable to him after the birth of their first child who was delicate, when they had to change the wet nurse three times and Natasha fell ill from despair, Pierre one day told her of Rousseau's view, with which he quite agreed, that to have a wet nurse is unnatural and harmful.
The nurse was right, and he felt it.
The nurse smiled again and studied the micro in her hand, which monitored his vitals.
"Tomorrow," the nurse said as she reappeared with a small tray of food.
Princess Mary spent half of every day with little Nicholas, watching his lessons, teaching him Russian and music herself, and talking to Dessalles; the rest of the day she spent over her books, with her old nurse, or with "God's folk" who sometimes came by the back door to see her.
In the room were her nurse and other women.
Dunyasha, the nurse, and the other maids could not say in how far Mademoiselle Bourienne's statement was correct.
At the moment when Rostov and Ilyin were galloping along the road, Princess Mary, despite the dissuasions of Alpatych, her nurse, and the maids, had given orders to harness and intended to start, but when the cavalrymen were espied they were taken for Frenchmen, the coachman ran away, and the women in the house began to wail.
The housekeeper, the old nurse, the cooks, coachmen, maids, footmen, postilions, and scullions stood at the gate, staring at the wounded.
With her traveled Mademoiselle Bourienne, little Nicholas and his tutor, her old nurse, three maids, Tikhon, and a young footman and courier her aunt had sent to accompany her.
That search for an aim had been simply a search for God, and suddenly in his captivity he had learned not by words or reasoning but by direct feeling what his nurse had told him long ago: that God is here and everywhere.
The princess, who had never liked Pierre and had been particularly hostile to him since she had felt herself under obligations to him after the old count's death, now after staying a short time in Orel--where she had come intending to show Pierre that in spite of his ingratitude she considered it her duty to nurse him--felt to her surprise and vexation that she had become fond of him.