Today I finished my fourth twelve hour shift as a Registered Nurse. It was a pretty great day. Not only was it absolutely insane to stumble across my PUBLISHED article in the Arizona Nurse magazine, it was crazy to sit in the nursing staff meeting and think to myself "I'm not just a student nurse sitting in on this meeting, I'm literally an RN, a staff RN, attending a professional meeting that directly applies to me."
Insane moment. Reality check.
I have been privileged to have really great experiences so far on the floor. While it is overwhelming and there's about 104 things I don't know how to do for every 2 things that I do know how to do, nothing compares to the satisfaction of holding that baby or talking to that kid or educating those parents. Nothing compares to the satisfaction of hearing a mama to a sick baby say "Lauren, you're our favorite nurse we've had here". Nothing.
Today I took care of two patients who really left a stamp on my soul that I would like to write about, in the most HIPAA compliant way, of course.
Every morning as an RN you get a report sheet that gives you a quick 411 on the patients you'll be taking care of that day. When I first received my report sheet, I noticed that this patient was a few years older than me. That instantly stood out because that rarely happens as I work with a pediatric population. As soon as I walked in and said good morning to this patient, I was instantly struck by his naturally content, calm, and overwhelmingly accepting disposition towards his current condition. Honestly, as someone who is close to my age, I immediately thought about how I would be livid and kicking and screaming and pitching a fit about that state of affairs. But he was so at peace with his situation, that I couldn't help but be thankful for this perspective. I am irritated by everyday situations he would probably love to encounter on a daily basis. I wasn't surprised to find a Bible and a copy of "Greatest Men in History" on his bedside table - clearly he is taking perspective from the Great and the greats - and I respect that. He will probably never know it but he blessed my nurse soul with his sheer contentedness and cooperativeness and all around tolerance of the day which was relatively unpredictable.
After hanging out with aforementioned patient for most of the morning, I ventured to the other side of the hospital to pick up a little friend who would spend the rest of the day with me. This little friend was from a culture very different than mine, and I wasn't sure how to bridge the gap - especially with a very drastic language barrier. After getting the tiny friend all settled in, I went back to my computer desk to chart - with only a few words exchanged between myself and the parents of my kid. A few minutes later, a lady I hadn't met before came out of that room and asked me about the use of a microwave. Who would've thought that such a simple, everyday request would help further my nursing care relationship? I went back into the room eventually to catch up with this lovely woman and her husband, who actually ended up being Missionaries who spent many years overseas. Their main ministry now is teaching English here in Phoenix to those who need the education the most, which is how they knew my tiny patient's family. Somehow throughout our conversation, that lovely question came - "So, how long have you been a nurse?" While I stifled in my chuckling answer of "4 days", I told them how long I'd been licensed, which lead to the next dreaded questions: "So how old are you?!" But little did I know, that question would create a bridge between myself and that kid's mama - a woman who has suddenly found herself in an entirely different culture, with an unfamiliar language, in an unfamiliar place, with a sick little mini. I can't imagine. She ended up asking me again (later, after the missionaries had gone) how old I was, and once she told me how old she was, she used every broken word in her English vocabulary and started to tell me her story. Her story of how a physician kept telling her that the tiny friend was healthy, and discounting her motherly instincts. It was incredible to see her go from being completely silent, to scraping up every word she could use to communicate in a language so far from familiarity to her.
A few minutes later, the missionary couple came back out to the nurses' station and thanked me for the conversation, the common love for Jesus & babies, and for shining the light of the Lord in a very oppressive culture. I was just thankful to think that there was potential for this mom - all alone in a massive hospital, even larger healthcare system, and even exponentially larger country - to let down her walls and trust me enough to tell her story. Did I get behind on my charting? Yes. Was it worth it to spend a few minutes being the hands and feet of Jesus during my everyday duties? Absolutely. I can't help but reflect on days like this and realize that yes, there are harder days and easier days. But all of these days are "worth it" days, because there's truly no more probable way to make a difference in someone's life than taking great care of their most prized possession - their mini me.
#NuggetNurse
On a random side note, I am so thankful for my preceptor. She is gracious, she is patient, she is kind - and she never treats me like I'm stupid, which A) is hard to come-by in the nursing world, and B) sometimes I ask stupid questions and she just shows grace over and over. She is an exemplary nurse and I could only hope to be half as incredible at this job as she is when I'm a few years into the profession. I couldn't be more thankful that God provided for me in this area, because spending 13 hours per day for 3+ days a week with someone could either really wear on your soul, or really pour wealth into your soul, and God has given me the latter. I pray that someday I can orient a baby nurse and be the same way, because it has truly influenced not only my life as a professional RN, but my life as a Christian.
