In the oldest myths, when gods still walked among mortals, there were midwives who wrestled with destiny itself — who pulled crying souls from the void and placed them, blood-slick and screaming, into the light. We still have them. We just call them OB Nurses now.

They are the gatekeepers of the beginning — warriors who smile through screams, who’ve seen more blood and terror than most soldiers, and still find beauty in the noise. When the storm hits and chaos demands tribute, they answer — calm, efficient, terrifyingly kind.

They’ve made bargains with the universe: “You can have them later, Death — but not today.”
Their battlefield smells like antiseptic and destiny.
Their hands? Steady. Their humor? Unholy.
And when new life roars into existence, they just smirk — another win for the light side, or at least for the sarcastic middle.

That’s why this tee exists.
DTG-printed, vintage-inspired, wicked-soft triblend — armor for the nurses who laugh in the face of chaos, deliver miracles before breakfast, and still have the nerve to call it “a shift.”
You don’t just wear this shirt.
You wear the myth of the first breath — and the madness that comes with it.

• 50% polyester/25% combed ringspun cotton/25% rayon jersey
• Sizes are standard men's/unisex sizes.
• Soft AF