I've found it a blessing and a curse to be a mom...and a nurse. For 4 years I was an LPN and I worked in pediatrics- when I had my son, I found that the spirit of my job had changed. I felt more inclined to want to hug the little children I just hurt by gagging, poking or by sticking things in various places. When I was in school for my RN, I found myself diagnosing the poor little kid with everything under the sun, from ALL to Tetralogy of Fallot to Meningitis (or the fear thereof).
When we had our daughter, almost a year after I graduated nursing school (and a few months before I began working) I realized I was hyper-aware of her every cough, sneeze and fumble. I recall a time when she was maybe 3 months old and she was coughing, and I took her temp- borderline-low grade, checked her respiration- normal. Color-normal. I listened to her lungs, because you know EVERY parent has a Littmanns Classic II sitting around their house, right? Her disposition- grand! Jolly, cooing, nursing heartily. So all of those reassuring things (her lungs were clear as a bell, by the way) said- what did nurse mommy do? Call the triage nurse, and proceed to answer every question she was going to ask before she could ask it (luckily this was the clinic I worked at as an LPN, so I knew the nurse on the other line, we had a good laugh).
Fast forward to this past weekend (my daughter is 12 months now) she spiked a temp of 103 (102 under the arm). She looked deadpan, her eyes were dull and glassy. It was a Saturday evening. All day long she had been peachy: eating, drinking, wetting, pooping and just as merry as can be. I gave her Tylenol, and despite all of the evidence telling me she was probably fine, I whisked her away to urgent care where we sat for 2 hours, just for the doc to say her ears looked fine, her lungs were clear, and her urine was fine. She had a cold last week, with the ucky green thick goo and I figured it HAD to be OM (even though she wasn't pulling at her ears or giving me any indication that her ears bugged her at all). She had been taking a lot of baths with baby wash- the organic kind, so MAYBE it was a uti- even though her diapers were just FINE. In fact, by the time we got to the clinic, her temp was down, and the sparkle was back in her eyes, and she was toddling around and socializing with anyone who would look at her.
I won't even go into what happens when my "I fear nothing (except Bears and the sound of the Emergency Alert System)" 3 year old does his thing.
I have this running argument and debate that gets worse than political debates at times in my head: Mom versus Nurse. Sometimes Mom is freaking out while the nurse says "look at him/her, yeah he just smacked his head, yeah she has a temp of 103, but they're running around and eating and drinking and are merry- and their pupils are equal, round, reactive, their lungs are clear. Sometimes Nurse feeds too many facts into Mom's head- "you know...left untreated, OM can turn into MENINGITIS (and "Meningitis" is said in a booming, echoing ominous voice too just for effect!) and we're off to Urgent Care.
So I don't know if this is a narration of recent events (never figured out the temp- she's fine now, except she smacked her head on a table and has a goose egg on her forehead and I had to fight myself to not do q4 hour neuro checks, figured one time was enough). Or if it's asking you other parents who are also nurses- how do you strike a balance?!
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I've found it a blessing and a curse to be a mom...and a nurse. For 4 years I was an LPN and I worked in pediatrics- when I had my son, I found that the spirit of my job had changed. I felt more inclined to want to hug the little children I just hurt by gagging, poking or by sticking things in various places. When I was in school for my RN, I found myself diagnosing the poor little kid with everything under the sun, from ALL to Tetralogy of Fallot to Meningitis (or the fear thereof).
When we had our daughter, almost a year after I graduated nursing school (and a few months before I began working) I realized I was hyper-aware of her every cough, sneeze and fumble. I recall a time when she was maybe 3 months old and she was coughing, and I took her temp- borderline-low grade, checked her respiration- normal. Color-normal. I listened to her lungs, because you know EVERY parent has a Littmanns Classic II sitting around their house, right? Her disposition- grand! Jolly, cooing, nursing heartily. So all of those reassuring things (her lungs were clear as a bell, by the way) said- what did nurse mommy do? Call the triage nurse, and proceed to answer every question she was going to ask before she could ask it (luckily this was the clinic I worked at as an LPN, so I knew the nurse on the other line, we had a good laugh).
Fast forward to this past weekend (my daughter is 12 months now) she spiked a temp of 103 (102 under the arm). She looked deadpan, her eyes were dull and glassy. It was a Saturday evening. All day long she had been peachy: eating, drinking, wetting, pooping and just as merry as can be. I gave her Tylenol, and despite all of the evidence telling me she was probably fine, I whisked her away to urgent care where we sat for 2 hours, just for the doc to say her ears looked fine, her lungs were clear, and her urine was fine. She had a cold last week, with the ucky green thick goo and I figured it HAD to be OM (even though she wasn't pulling at her ears or giving me any indication that her ears bugged her at all). She had been taking a lot of baths with baby wash- the organic kind, so MAYBE it was a uti- even though her diapers were just FINE. In fact, by the time we got to the clinic, her temp was down, and the sparkle was back in her eyes, and she was toddling around and socializing with anyone who would look at her.
I won't even go into what happens when my "I fear nothing (except Bears and the sound of the Emergency Alert System)" 3 year old does his thing.
I have this running argument and debate that gets worse than political debates at times in my head: Mom versus Nurse. Sometimes Mom is freaking out while the nurse says "look at him/her, yeah he just smacked his head, yeah she has a temp of 103, but they're running around and eating and drinking and are merry- and their pupils are equal, round, reactive, their lungs are clear. Sometimes Nurse feeds too many facts into Mom's head- "you know...left untreated, OM can turn into MENINGITIS (and "Meningitis" is said in a booming, echoing ominous voice too just for effect!) and we're off to Urgent Care.
So I don't know if this is a narration of recent events (never figured out the temp- she's fine now, except she smacked her head on a table and has a goose egg on her forehead and I had to fight myself to not do q4 hour neuro checks, figured one time was enough). Or if it's asking you other parents who are also nurses- how do you strike a balance?!