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I have been an ED nurse for almost 26 years, it has been an amazing career, It is not easy but more than worth it! Just remember we were ALL BABY NURSES AT ONE TIME!!!

A LETTER TO THE BABY NURSE

Right now, there is a baby nurse who is searching online and deep inside for an answer. There is a brand new member of the profession who is questioning her calling. There is a newly-minted graduate who wonders how school seemed to teach her everything and nothing all at the same time. There is a greener-than-grass new hire who is praying that she doesn’t kill somebody at work tomorrow, and wonders if she already did yesterday.

Dearest baby nurse, don’t let this scary new world drag you down. You’re going to have moments when you are sitting on a toilet seat for far too long, probably for the first time in your entire shift, and question why you even decided to become a nurse in the first place. That’s okay.

You’re going to have days — many of them — when you plop down in your car after leaving work two hours later than anticipated; and you’re going to turn off the radio; and you’re going to roll down the windows; and you’re going to cry the most painful and ugly cry. That’s okay.

You’re going to have shifts where your head is spinning and your hands are shaking and your brain is thinking faster than your fingers can type. That’s okay.

You’re going to have moments when you clean more bodily fluids in one 12-hour day than an average person might in a lifetime. You’re going to feel that — sometimes — you’re the only person on the entire unit, because everyone around you is just as busy as you are. That’s okay.

You’re going to have times when patients yell at you for something you didn’t know (that perhaps you should have). They will complain about you to anyone that might listen. They may even become so frustrated with their care that they threaten to leave. And this is going to bother the hell out of you. That’s okay.

You’re gonna listen for 20 minutes and still not hear a damn murmur. That’s okay.

You’re going to have moments when you feel like something “just isn’t right” with the patient in your care. You won’t have enough experience as a frame of reference for what may be happening, or why. You’re probably going to feel helpless in these moments — it’s a “tip of the tongue” phenomenon to the highest degree. That’s okay.

You’re going to feel devastated the first time a veteran nurse yells at you — even more so when their reaction is for something nit-picky and non-essential. You’re going to mumble something unsavory about them under your breath. That’s okay.

You’re going to call a doctor to clarify an order, and she’s going to complain. She’s going to want answers, details, vital signs, and a picture of what is happening with your patient, and you’re going to word-vomit something that probably makes very little sense to an angry cardiologist at 3 a.m. That’s okay.

You’re going to walk into a room expecting to pass your morning medications and come to find your patient unresponsive. Maybe she’s stopped breathing. Perhaps she’s lost a pulse. Either way, you’re going to bring forward everything you learned in every class, clinical, and scenario — and forget how to do any of it. You’re going to scream for help. You’re going to look like a deer in headlights. And you’re going to wonder, “When the hell am I ever going to be able to be as good as they are?” That’s okay.

You’re going to lose that patient, on an unexpected shift, and in an unexpected way. You’re going to think it was your fault. You’re going to be riddled with guilt and feel ashamed of how you reacted. You’re going to replay that scenario in your head over and over again, and every time wonder why you didn’t see it coming. You can’t always see it coming. You can’t always be the hero. And that’s okay.

Because someday you will be.

Someday you’ll understand the subtleties and nuances that no one can teach you except for time Herself.

Someday you’ll be able to balance the full-fledged mountain emergencies with the miniature mole-hill ones.

Someday you’re going to address a patient or family member who is frustrated with a sense of firm yet compassionate care, and will know how to redirect their emotions.

Someday you will call a doctor, and she will thank you for keeping such a close eye on whatever concern you’ve already handled.

Someday you’re going to finally take a lunch break, and it will actually be during lunchtime.

Someday you’re going to do chest compressions or inject medications or ventilate a patient, and your paralyzing fear will be replaced by sheer adrenaline.

Someday, somebody is going to die on your watch — but whether it’s through blood, sweat, and heroics or a quiet and accepted end — you will have made a difference in the journey of that patient and his or her loved ones.

And while some days you may still feel like a hamster on a wheel, going through the motions just to stay afloat — someday you will realize that you are not the one sinking and needing to be saved. Rather, you’ve grown into a life raft for another baby nurse, insecure and unaware of all of her untapped potential.

Someday you will understand that the nursing profession is perhaps the hardest of them all, but in so many different ways, the most rewarding.

And someday you will stand up for yourself; stand up for your patients; and stand up to the barriers that impact your highest capacity to care — this day will remind you why you trudged through every tear, scream, and exasperated sigh.

So do not give up, baby nurse: new to the world in which nurses beget nurses; still questioning why nothing ever ends up like the texts books might have said. No matter how bad it feels — no matter how hard it seems — always turn to the nurses who can teach you that one can have a brilliant mind and a beautiful soul; one can be funny when things feel too serious; one can be tough as nails and still be softened by the circumstances; one can make mistakes and still maintain integrity. Stand your ground, baby nurse; ask questions; study hard; prioritize what matters; own up when you don’t know; and don’t let anyone beat you down — especially that little voice in your own head. If you allow yourself to do it, you’ll be amazed by how quickly a baby nurse can grow.

Lovingly cheering you on,

A Former Baby Nurse

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Life with a nurse

Don’t marry a nurse. They sleep all day while you work and work all night while you sleep. Or, their 0500 alarm disturbs your sleep and then they come home too tired to cook dinner. Don’t marry a nurse. They walk in the door mentally exhausted and sometimes forget to even say hello. Don’t marry a nurse. They run out of patience and snap at the slightest question or demand. Don’t marry a nurse. They constantly complain about germs or assess people in public. It can be embarrassing. Don’t marry a nurse. Their stories are not dinner-at-your-moms appropriate. Don’t marry a nurse. Your complaints of a sore throat will hardly be heard. Don’t marry a nurse. They spend so much of their energy on their patients that they have nothing left to give to you when their shift ends. Don’t marry a nurse. They don’t make you a priority when they agree to work on their off days. Don’t marry a nurse. They’re so emotionally unstable that sometimes they come home and just cry for no reason. Don’t marry a nurse. They are constantly in crisis about where their life is going. Don’t marry a nurse.

Marry a nurse. They are brave enough to take on any challenge. Marry a nurse. They get up every day to put others first. Marry a nurse. They have the best gut instincts to know when something is wrong. Marry a nurse. They have felt with depths of their hearts unknown to most people. Marry a nurse. They’re always ready to help someone in need. Marry a nurse. They see things that others don’t. Marry a nurse. They give their all and utilize every talent they have. Marry a nurse. They know what it means to sacrifice. Marry a nurse. They were brave enough to embrace a duty that never sleeps. Marry a nurse. They have learned to adjust without complaining. Marry a nurse. They are strong enough to hold back tears until they are alone. Marry a nurse. They never settle for less than they are capable of. Marry a nurse. They succeed in times of unknown. Marry a nurse. They know the value of life. Marry a nurse. They are the best comforters. Marry a nurse. They know time is precious. Marry a nurse. Those quiet moments truly are sacred. Marry a nurse. Because if you have the chance to marry a nurse, that means they are trusting you to help them carry a beautiful burden that you will never understand. Marry a nurse.

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E.R. nurses are a different kind of creature. We condition ourselves to roll with the punches..no matter how brutal..you roll. Somebody's life depends on it.

Our eyes see the unfathomable...sights that would keep a "normal" person awake at night...but we roll.

We condition ourselves to not feel it...not take life too seriously...we know how fragile and brief it is..we are reminded every time we swipe that time clock...every time...and we roll the best way we can..

We become numb...our hearts don't feel things like the hearts who are protected from this type of consistent and repeated defeat...we cope..and maybe too well. Maybe we come off as cold and emotionally unavailable. Maybe we aren't approachable. We come off a little bossy...because we have to be to be good patient advocates..to be the person our patient needs.

Be patient with the ER nurse/EMS/PD/FD in your life. Your eyes have not seen what theirs have. You haven't felt it...you haven't battled death as much and as hard as they have. You could never see their world through their eyes...because if they love you..they wouldn't want you to..they will protect you from it.

Be patient and kind with your ER nurse...you never know what battlefield they just walked off of...