I'm a medical assistant, i started there because I wasnt sure how i'd like it and i just knew i wanted to be there for people. Lately, I've been tossing around the idea of going back to college to be a full fledged RN- but it has been weighing on my mind about taking time away from my daughter. I already work 40-50 hours per week plus travel, but i really have my mind set on doing this, and I rather do it while she is young. I dont want to be a regular RN, i want to work in the NICU, where my daughter spent her first 32 days of life, and today only confirmed that that is where i want to be in the near future.
Today I witnessed the most horrific thing I've ever seen- (needless to say ive never really seen anything too horrific) i was sitting at my desk when i heard a huge crash, i looked out the window and there was an accident outside.
I'm anxiously looking out the window and biting my nails praying that the person whos care is totally mutated will get out and be okay, at this point im hollering get out of your car get out please i need to know you are okay, and the secratary looks at me and says sam, I will cover you go down there and help, i know you will regret it.
so i run down i run accross the street i get to the driver side, and beside myself i see a pregnant woman in the drivers seat distressed beyond belief and her 5 yr old daughter in the backseat.
the car is no doubtedly about to blow up. i check the pregnant womans vitals and she is okay, she still holding her childs hand in the backseat, i cannot move the pregnant woman, i am unsure that this is a safe idea, at this point we have other nurses from other buildings that have come down, i tell the woman i am taking her daughter out of the backseat and i will take her safely down the way incase the car was going to blow- she looked at me sadly and gave me her phone and asked me to call her mom, and husband and keep her daughter safe. I held that little girl for what felt like an hours and it wasnt nearly that long. I asked her questions while i was crying, i tried to hold back but i couldnt, this was just too horrible. Now, the ambulance is here, they are getting the pregnant woman out and into the stretcher and caring for her further. I can only think about that baby, I feel like asking a million questions like "how far along are you"- "what are you having" just for my own peice of mind, because i know that this tragic event has surely put her into labor.
I found out from her five yr old that i was holding so close, that her mom was having a girl, named brianna, i still do not know how far along she is but im okay with that now. Her daughter also told me that this was her mommys first car, and she was so proud-that her mommy had a car now. i just couldnt help but burst into tears. i told her i promise mommy will have an even better car now.
anyway- at this point mom is about to go into the ambulance with her daughter, and i walk over to the mom, i hug and kiss her and say, "please do not worry, my daughter was born at 30 weeks and she is perfect and brianna will be perfect to. please be stong"
those were the only words of advice i could offer this woman, I do not know her, I will never know her name, or where she lives or what happens to her and her unborn baby, but i hope in some way that my words made a difference or will make a difference someday when she looks back on this situation and hopefully is holding brianna in her arms and this is just a distant memory in the past for her without heartache or hurt.
I think that mothers of premature babies do have a message to send, i think in any event of tragedy and stress there is a story that can overcome- I hope that in this event she can pass on words of encouragement to someone who is in a situation like that. I love them, and I dont even know their name.
I'm truely sorry this is all over the place but I am still shocked, curious, scared, half crying, and shaken about the events that occurred in front of me today.
Back to how i know that i want to be a neonatal nurse, I want to be one of course for my daughter, to spread my story of hope, and triumph, but to be there for babies like Brianna, who didnt ask for this situation, who cant help what happened, but have every right to live and be loved and cared for.
Please keep baby Brianna in your prays, and Please keep Kayla and her mom in your prayers as well.
Today I witnessed the most horrific thing I've ever seen- (needless to say ive never really seen anything too horrific) i was sitting at my desk when i heard a huge crash, i looked out the window and there was an accident outside.
I'm anxiously looking out the window and biting my nails praying that the person whos care is totally mutated will get out and be okay, at this point im hollering get out of your car get out please i need to know you are okay, and the secratary looks at me and says sam, I will cover you go down there and help, i know you will regret it.
so i run down i run accross the street i get to the driver side, and beside myself i see a pregnant woman in the drivers seat distressed beyond belief and her 5 yr old daughter in the backseat.
the car is no doubtedly about to blow up. i check the pregnant womans vitals and she is okay, she still holding her childs hand in the backseat, i cannot move the pregnant woman, i am unsure that this is a safe idea, at this point we have other nurses from other buildings that have come down, i tell the woman i am taking her daughter out of the backseat and i will take her safely down the way incase the car was going to blow- she looked at me sadly and gave me her phone and asked me to call her mom, and husband and keep her daughter safe. I held that little girl for what felt like an hours and it wasnt nearly that long. I asked her questions while i was crying, i tried to hold back but i couldnt, this was just too horrible. Now, the ambulance is here, they are getting the pregnant woman out and into the stretcher and caring for her further. I can only think about that baby, I feel like asking a million questions like "how far along are you"- "what are you having" just for my own peice of mind, because i know that this tragic event has surely put her into labor.
I found out from her five yr old that i was holding so close, that her mom was having a girl, named brianna, i still do not know how far along she is but im okay with that now. Her daughter also told me that this was her mommys first car, and she was so proud-that her mommy had a car now. i just couldnt help but burst into tears. i told her i promise mommy will have an even better car now.
anyway- at this point mom is about to go into the ambulance with her daughter, and i walk over to the mom, i hug and kiss her and say, "please do not worry, my daughter was born at 30 weeks and she is perfect and brianna will be perfect to. please be stong"
those were the only words of advice i could offer this woman, I do not know her, I will never know her name, or where she lives or what happens to her and her unborn baby, but i hope in some way that my words made a difference or will make a difference someday when she looks back on this situation and hopefully is holding brianna in her arms and this is just a distant memory in the past for her without heartache or hurt.
I think that mothers of premature babies do have a message to send, i think in any event of tragedy and stress there is a story that can overcome- I hope that in this event she can pass on words of encouragement to someone who is in a situation like that. I love them, and I dont even know their name.
I'm truely sorry this is all over the place but I am still shocked, curious, scared, half crying, and shaken about the events that occurred in front of me today.
Back to how i know that i want to be a neonatal nurse, I want to be one of course for my daughter, to spread my story of hope, and triumph, but to be there for babies like Brianna, who didnt ask for this situation, who cant help what happened, but have every right to live and be loved and cared for.
Please keep baby Brianna in your prays, and Please keep Kayla and her mom in your prayers as well.
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