I had wanted to be a nurse since I was about 7. However, the true calling came later. My daughter had a birth defect in which her intestines were on the outside of ther body. (gastroschisis). I had her on July 2nd, 2003, she had the surgery on the third day, and was doing great.
July the 5th I was involved in a horrible MVA. A 14 year old kid pulled out in front of us and stopped. His mom was letting him drive, and it was nighttime and he was trying to get on the interstate. I was life flighted along with my son to a Nashville hospital, and eventually found out I had a fractured C-2, both lungs were punctured, one had collapsed and the other was well on it's way. Over half my ribs were broken, and the nurses that saw my breasts (I had been trying to pump milk for my daughter) had that look on their face like you have when you see something truly awful but you are trying not to show it. I was 2 floors below my daughter in the trauma unit for 17 days. My daughter was discharged the day before I was. My son turned out to be ok, but the lifeflight nurse that was with me told she would come back and tell me how he was. She forgot. I actually asked my husband if he was dead. It was truly hell on earth.
BUT, the reason I knew I wanted to be a nurse was because of a nurse named Vicki. She was a NICU nurse, and everyday that she worked, she brought my baby down to see me. She was told not to due to infection possibilities, and was told by several different people. She had security called on her because someone thought she was trying to steal a baby. But she never missed a day. Not one. She was my angel in what I find to be the hardest time in my life, and did so without being asked. She could have lost her job for it, but she did it anyway. I went to see her about 6 months after the accident with Stacia, and I called into the NICU and asked for her. I said "My name is Valerie, and my daughter is Stacia. Do you know who I am?" She said "Yes, I do." I gave her a picture of Stacia, and we cried together. I have moved out of state now, but I would love to find her and tell her that I am an LPN, and am in school for RN. I even worked as a well baby/ postpartum nurse fro awhile. She was truly my hero. Thank God for nurses like her. Sorry so long.
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