I have always been very analytical, very detailed, and have always been more than happy to acknowledge to others this, so they are aware that they do not have to talk to me in a more simplistic manner. However, that all changed on Monday, when my son became obviously ill, with chest retractions, and the beginnings of stridor. We took him to his primary location first, where I presented my obvious knowledge to the PA, who quickly began to berate me instead of focusing on my son. After I redirected the argument (all because she had misheard me say sore throat-thinking I had said strep throat), and got the focus on my son once again, she appeared to keep forgetting key assessment pieces on him and would return to the room momentarily with an "Assessment and Diagnosis for Dummies" book or something similar to use to diagnose MY son.
It became obvious we were getting nowhere, she stating he was fine, and us frustrated because we knew he wasn't. Off to the ER. This time, I stated no knowledge, just his symptoms, and we were whisked to triage and a room. The nurses were good, they explained things, I nodded blankly, and let them do their jobs. I put my trust in them and allowed them to focus on what they needed to do and I rocked my son. The PA came in, he was excellent, stating everything he was ordering, why, and what steps were next. I kept rocking and holding my son. They provided my son comfort, they gave him medications, I knew what the medications were, but I kept my mouth shut, and just observed. The head ER doctor came in, she made certain to tell me several times she was the head ER doctor, the additional tests she was ordering, and that the pediatrician would be in shortly. I nodded, kept my mouth shut and said thank you. I think at this point though they may have read our history and saw what my career was, because the information became shorter, but still compassionate. I however, still kept my mouth shut. They updated me regularly as my son was admitted, and I always was polite, and said thank you. It was hard for me to not involve myself in every little detail and analyze everything they were doing. I had become the scared parent, and simply focused on my son, because as I have realized, it is not always my job to be the best nurse I can be, sometimes it is just to be the best parent I can be.