The Image That Tells a Story
As we get past Nurse’s Week, I wanted to reflect on all of the amazing things I read and saw during that time period. I know it goes without saying that Nurse’s definitely don’t get the credit they deserve for all that they do. Their jobs are tough. They are emotionally some of the strongest people alive. Day in and day out they are here to serve others. It isn’t a job for them. Its a mission. A mission to help heal. Which is more than just putting on a bandage. They talk to us. They listen to us. They nurture us. That is definitely not a job. Thats a hero. I found an incredible article on Nurse.org that really touched me. It really sums up all of it with one image. This photo by Katie lacer tells a story.
Photo by Katie Lacer
This story says so much without a single word. Instead of me telling you the story I see. I want you come up with your own story. One that puts you in the shoes of the woman. The other that puts you in the shoes of the nurse. And lastly, equally as important, the one that looks at this image and allows yourself to revisit a time when a Nurse made you feel….. important.
Its so incredibly, obvious how important each and every nurse is. Young and Old, New and Veteran, Man or Woman, Mean or Nice, Black or Whatever Color they might be, Big or Small or whatever variance they have, THEY ARE AWESOME! After you read this, please reach out to a Nurse (We know you know some) and do something unexpectedly nice.
Here is a link to the full story on Nurse.org
At the end of the article it had an anonymous word written about an L&D Nurse but this could easily be every nurse with a few variations:
I am just a nurse. A Labor and Delivery nurse. Sounds like fun, doesn’t it? Well…
I am just the nurse who was there during the birth of your child.
I am just the nurse who held your hand, looked you in the eye, and made you feel like the strongest woman in the world.
I am just the nurse who recognized that you had severe preeclampsia and got an order from your physician for magnesium sulfate to prevent you from seizing.
I am just the nurse who carefully monitored your breathing WITH MY STETHOSCOPE because I know the possible complications.
I am just the nurse who vigilantly monitored your baby’s heartbeat and recognized that he was in distress.
I am also just the nurse who had you on the OR table by the time your doctor was in the parking lot to deliver a healthy baby.
I am the nurse who took photos of your baby because you were all alone… Even though I should really be charting and doing about a hundred other things.
I am just the nurse whose family has to experience another day without me because I stayed 3 hours late to see you through a difficult delivery.
I am just the nurse who maintained your dignity and made you feel comfortable when you were at your most vulnerable.
I am just the nurse who convinced your OB to give you more time before performing a cesarean section.
I am also just the nurse who waited as long as possible to call your OB for delivery so that he wouldn’t cut an episiotomy.
I am just the nurse who held your hand and cried with you when you came through triage… and your baby had no heartbeat.
I am just the nurse who hasn’t had ANYTHING to eat or drink since my cup of coffee I drank this morning when I woke up… at 5 am.
I am just the nurse who will let you leave grip marks on her arm while you are getting your epidural while repeating to you, “You are doing an amazing job. Almost there. You can do it.”
I am just the nurse who reassured a teenage mom that she can be an amazing parent and still get an education.
I am also just the nurse who stood by you while you handed your baby to his adoptive mother. I held you steady. I watched you tremble. My heart ached for you.
I am just the nurse who knows that preventing the primary cesarean helps prevent future cesareans and all of the associated risks for each future pregnancy and, therefore, will do everything in my experienced power to encourage your baby to position herself correctly in your pelvis.
I am just the nurse who held your hand and told you, “She is beautiful. I am so so sorry for your loss.” My heart ached for you. I wanted to hold my children and never let them go that night… but they were already sleeping because I stayed late to be with you.
I am also just the nurse who cried the entire drive home and whose husband doesn’t even have to ask how my day was.
I felt your joy.
I felt your pain.
I wiped your tears.
I calmed your fears.
I kept your secrets.
I taught you how strong you are.
I saved your life.
I saved your child’s life.
My body aches.
My heart aches.
And I love every minute.
I am JUST a Labor and Delivery nurse.