I'm learning to settle into my new role as a school nurse. It's been an adjustment beyond adjustments. But so very, very worth it. Although, as I continue on I recognize a large disconnect. While autonomous, freeing, and incomparable it is also an isolating and publicly misunderstood role for a nurse. Here's what your child's… Continue reading What your child’s school nurse wish you knew
This feels pessimistic in nature, which conflicts hard with my baseline vibe. But I'm just going to outright say it: You can't save everyone. I have watched a newborns heart physically beating, their chest open and vessels craving abetment... and I could not save them. I have stroked an infants hair as their brain actively… Continue reading You Can’t Save Everyone
Being a mom is really, really hard. Being a mom to a child who ends up in others care is even harder. I should start by clarifying that I am not a mom - not to a healthy baby, not to an unhealthy baby, not to any form of a small human being at all.… Continue reading You’re Still Mom
This years national nurses day and nurses week has me caught between a rock and a hard place. To some it's a secret, to some it's not - I have chosen to leave the hospital setting and pursue other avenues of nursing. The transition hasn't been an easy one, but it's been a necessary one… Continue reading Every nurse is a real nurse. From one, to another.
You've all seen the memes by now, and chances are even if you aren't a nurse your feed is full of nurses ON FIRE. Recently, a video snippet of Senator Maureen Walsh of Washington was released of her discussing nurses complaining about being tired working 12 hour shifts even though she bets they play cards… Continue reading What 18% of nurses wish senators talked about.
With political chaos in full fledge and debates related to abortion, vaccination, police brutality, racial conflict, religion, human rights, walls and so much more resulting in cities being burned down and shotguns pulled it's hard to feel connected in our own country- let alone those who neighbor us. This is not a political post. This… Continue reading We’re Not So Different After All
Sunday, 8:09 AM. My eyes strike open wide. My alarm is set for 9:00 AM, but alarms don't determine when or how I wake up. My body does, now. Beads of sweat form on my forehead. No, no, no, no. Please, no. My pelvic bones light on fire- burning, screaming. The internal organs between feel as though… Continue reading An Invisible Battle