These last few weeks in clinicals, I've been taking care of brand-new moms and babies. Brand new beginnings and patients who are full of life. It was wonderful. I loved the excitement of a new family. I got to have more practice using my nursing skills. I loved being part of the magical experience that is the birth of a human being.
As a student, I was able to become a CNA and gain some real healthcare experience. I've mostly worked with the Alzheimer's patients. I care about every one of them.
Yesterday, a resident passed away. The housekeeper was cleaning rooms and her eye's bugged. She called me over to the room. I took one look and I thought "oh boy." I told the nurse and she went right over to check her out. She confirmed it and I asked to perform the postmortem care.
I didn't know her very well, but I wanted to give her my best. I said a little prayer in my head for her. I cleaned her up and found the prettiest outfit that I could find. I looked for jewelry and found a matching necklace. She looked very nice by the time I was done. I didn't know if family was going to come or not. If they were, I wanted them to see her looking nice.
...as I went through the rest of my day, I was fine... until I was driving home. It just hit me that I experienced life at both ends of the spectrum this week. I teared up a little and thought about it. This is why I'm trying to become a nurse.