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Chugging my coffee because this girl is moving on Saturday to the city that doesn’t sleep...New York! ⠀
I am finally coming out of one of the lowest lows I have hit with nursing. It all started with feelings of isolation paired with months of very hard patient assignments. It then grew when we lost one of our longterm patients that had become family. It continued to grow as I walked up to nurses talking about me. It peaked as I held the hand of my dying baby, performed post-mortem care, and tucked my baby’s body into the COVID filled morgue. ⠀
New week, same eye bags and post-N95/faceshield hairdo! Let’s get it fam! 💜
We see a baby get discharged to their family then another without any family present at all, raising them as our own. ⠀
Oh baby baby! Having only worked in Pediatrics, I wanted to share my go-to's with babies 👶🏽⠀
I never could have anticipated feeling so welcomed into different cultures, religions, and practices as a nurse. With each 12-hour shift comes the intersection of trust and vulnerability between patient and nurse. Whether it be an introduction to family members via Facetime, joining in prayer or ritual, singing songs in a different language, or learning and adapting cultural practices to make the patient and family feel at home, I find myself nurtured into cultures and practices other than my own. I am completely embraced as an honorary member of the family or religion. Honored is an understatement as these experiences carry forward with me when I reflect on why I love nursing so much. It's this relationship, the trust and inclusion, the transparency of seeing the patient in their most vulnerable form and accepting them for everything they are. It's the family I form with my kiddos.⠀
