Wednesday, December 23, 2009

I know I have become SO bad at posting. I sincerely mean to, but then the words just don't come.

Allison is 4 months old now. She smiles nonstop and has thrown out a giggle here and there that will just brighten even the darkest day. She is such a little pleasure to be with. Her biggest dislike, though? Being alone. She hates it. This also means she hates her carseat, since it faces backwards and she can't see anyone. Therefore, as long as she can see you, she is the happiest little thing. It is so easy to get a smile or a squeal out of her. She melts me into a puddle every single time. I adore that girl!

Ethan is doing great. He will proudly say he is 5 1/2 now and is waiting until he can say 5 3/4. He is doing wonderfully in Kindergarten and for the most part, he really likes it. He seems to have a lot of friends. He adores Allison, and loves trying to make her smile. He will rub her fuzzy head and call her his "little princess."

Jay just started a 10 week layoff. It is a blessing in disguise. It's so nice having him home. The kids love it, too. I just wish we could manage to have him home all the time, but it's just not possible. We are definitely enjoying it while we can!

I am still working days and I really like it. The 12 hour shifts are rough, but the 8 hour shifts balance it out so nicely. I have had much better days at work lately, so that has been refreshing.

All in all, everything is going well! I will update next with pictures, I promise!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Is it possible to hate a job because you love it so much? Does that even make sense?

I love being a nurse. There is not a doubt in my mind that this was what I was meant to do (besides being a mother). I get HUGE fulfillment out of it. I love the connections I have with my patients. I love it!

But...I hate it. I hate it because there are so many different aspects. You have multiple patients, all the patients have numerous diagnoses, consults, orders, labs, tests, etc. So you juggle all of this, and of COURSE in the meantime, things will go wrong. A high potassium here. A low magnesium there. This patient has a high heart rate. Her blood pressure is through the roof. Did you know 606 is ready to go to OR? Where is the EKG? She was supposed to have an EKG done first, and there isn't one. Ma'am? I'm thirsty, will you get me some water? Hey Laura! You are getting an ER in 612 and they are on the phone calling report. But as soon as you are done getting report, Dr. Hateful needs to ask you some questions about your patient.

This is the part I have issues with. There is one nurse. And a million "issues". And since there is only one of me, there is no way I can address all these issues at the pace that the patients want them addresses. So while you FEEL like you are working your heart out, you have patients tell you "I waited 20 minutes for this!" "Did you know my call light has been on for 6 minutes? Does it even WORK?"

This has been the craziness I have had at work for the past 3 weeks. Tonight I felt a change. I had difficult patients, but I wasn't being pulled in every direction. I got all my work done, and I felt good about it. Then 5 PM rolls around and I find out I am getting an unstable patient, comfort measures only. Low blood pressure, high heart rate, high respiration's. Not good. She was okay when we got her in her room. When I went to check on her an hour later, I was putting an allergy band on her arm when I noticed her skin was cool and clammy. Uh-oh. We get some vitals as we watch her take very slow respiration's. The blood pressure wouldn't register. I watched her take her last breath. I had to call the daughter to inform her that there had been a change in status and she needed to come back. The daughter shows up and I have to tell her that her mother has passed. It was heart wrenching, as I knew it would be, and my voice cracked when I said it. I'll never get used to that.

The daughter thanked me. And as I was walking out, my other patient thanked me. She said she appreciated how attentive I was to her. She said it was the best care she has ever had. Granted, I bet she said that to everyone. Earlier in my shift I sat with my patient and let her tell me how her son died unexpectedly a few months ago. My terribly confused lady across the hall who would yell and scream would grab my hand and quiet down whenever I'd go in to see her and caress her hair. These are very little things compared to the other things we deal with day to day. But if there is one thing that keeps me from becoming burnt out, it will be THOSE moments. The moments where I know I made a difference to someone, even if it's small.

I do love my job. I do. I was meant to be a nurse.