For some crazy reason, I was under the impression that after
I finished school, life would be calm and boring. I think I was a little bit
off on that one! Work is going well, but it seems like I am always there. I’m
in a 14-week internship program, so I have class and I work with a preceptor
(an experienced nurse who teaches me everything my school didn’t). My
preceptor’s name is Tanya, and I really like her. She knows what she is doing
and has a lot of patience, which is crucial, especially because it takes me
forever to do even the simplest tasks.
I’m working in a pediatric ER, and working with kids is nothing like working
with adults. When starting an IV on an adult, you enter the room, tell them you
are going to start an IV, then start the IV. With kids, you enter the room,
explain what you are going to do, answer a lot of questions from the kid and
the parents, comfort the child while he cries before you even get the needle
out of its package, then attempt to start the IV while the kid is being held
down, and the mother, father, siblings, aunts, uncles, neighbors, and everyone
else the child knows is standing there cautiously watching. No pressure, right?
I shake just putting a band-aid on a child with all those eyes on me! I think
it is absolutely wonderful that these children have so much support, and I
wouldn’t want it any other way, but it definitely makes things more uncomfortable
when you aren’t confident in your skills yet. So hopefully I get that confidence
soon, because starting an IV will be much easier when I’m not shaking!
It seems like the kids I have worked with so far like me,
probably because they think I am another kid too. Yesterday a nine year old boy
asked me if I had a boyfriend. I didn’t think I looked that young…. And I
thought nine year old boys thought girls had cooties. Whatever happened to
cooties? Maybe the alcohol scrub gets rid of those….?