I came to this valley with limited nursing skills. I was ready for a chance, and a change was what I had. I came in timid (well, more timid) and unsure of myself.
And these women have changed me.
Labor and delivery nurses have balls. They’re willing to stand up for their patients, even to doctors with egos the size of u-hauls. They’re willing to do that. They love women, they love babies and they love their co-workers.
I was lucky enough to work at two hospitals.
I had amazing training at my first hospital. They really taught me SO much about the birth process, and caring, and working really hard.
I have grown to adore my second hospital experience though. I think this is the place that I’ve really come into my own. I am strong, and sure, and I know how I work. I know I have made differences in women’s lives. What a great feeling to know that you’ve taken an awful situation and made it bearable. It is truly one of the biggest blessings when I know I was on a certain shift for the exact purpose to help a specific woman out. I remember one shift that I was called in randomly and I somehow said yes, even though I was overwhelmed at home. And as I walked into her room, I realized I had gone to nursing school with her. I mean, what are the chances? It was truly a gift for both of us.
I have grown to love the catholic culture (I work at a Catholic hospital), as well as the MANY other cultures that are around here. I can deliver a baby in both English and Spanish as well as pantomime. 🙂
I feel so blessed to have been here and have these jobs. Love, love, love. I have slowly realized that if I had stayed in Utah, this isn’t an experience I ever would have had. I needed to come here to learn what I did. And I am interested to see how what I have learned and who I have become transfers to my new hospital.