I was approaching 30 during nursing school and had no children yet, so I timed my pregnancy to be able to deliver after graduation. My EGA was approximately 7 months when I graduated, and I was 2 weeks from my due date when I sat for my state boards (the last pencil and paper exam, traveling 200 miles away to the state capital). I was completely ignorant beforehand of how draining pregnancy would be.
After my son was born I took 6 weeks off for maternity leave, then started work as a new grad.
Early one memorable morning towards the end of my shift - just before the butt-crack of dawn was peaking over the horizon - I encountered a few gray faced, very rumpled and exhausted looking interns drinking coffee with my breast milk in it, as dietary was late restocking unit supplies on this day (our breakroom fridge had been out of commission at the time, so I had no choice but to store it on the unit in the fridge where we kept our stock of patient snacks).
To say I was initially too stunned to speak didn't even begin to cover my shock at that moment.
And because I was I tired and cranky - with the milk I pumped during my 12 hour shift now contaminated, having sat out on the counter for God knows how long, I took great pleasure enlightening them about the origin of their choice of coffee condiment.
All but one of them spat it out into the sink looking rather green, but one continued drinking his coffee unperturbed in the least.
Afterward I felt a tad bit guilty as they were a pathetic looking bunch, appearing like they hadn't slept in days, guzzling that coffee down like it was the elixir of life itself. But since I now going home empty handed to a hungry, squalling infant with only limited surplus milk on hand my sympathy was somewhat limited.
I had worked as a PCT at that same hospital for 3 years before I graduated and I wrongly assumed I'd seen everything - apparently not.