My day went something like this…
I got up. Fed the kids. Thought, “It’s a good day to do homework.” Started getting ready to shower ’cause I can’t operate without a shower. Thought, “Oh, Kim will have a hard morning with the laundry & kitchen looking like this…I better help for a half an hour.” Did that. Took a shower. Kim was still in bed when I got out. I went to my office. Started getting the beginning of my day going. Kids were asking me to come see Lundi. She was sick. I told her to go see mom for some help. She told Lundi to go to bed to feel better. Lundi cried. I changed into my Mr. Mom outfit and left the office for home. Came back to work when Kim got up (she was sick I found out). Worked until 5pm. Came home, worked with Kim on dinner, kids to bed. Liam was fussin’. Harrison peed on our floor in the bedroom (half asleep walking to bathroom). Now I am here tired and didn’t get all my homework done. Boo hoo.
Here’s an entry from my journal a while back…
“September 28, 2005: Today was my first clinical experience as a student nurse. I went very poorly (in my first thoughts anyways. Many experiences in life have hidden lessons. This was just another one of those hidden ones. I am so very unprepared and feel disoriented. I expected that I would be a much better student. I expected that I wouldn’t gag when cleaning up poop. I thought I would know just what to do when I first walked into my clinical. I though I would understand everything so well. I thought I wouldn’t get behind in my studies. I was wrong. It wasn’t such a good day. He was given a suppository overnight, so he messed the bed. I didn’t know anything and I wanted to leave as early as possible. I am so not confident. I usually like change. I am having trouble with it. I usually am a confident rock…I feel like jelly. However, I learned a very important lesson…I care and love God’s children. I was sitting here in the library in between studying sessions at UMA imagining what I was experiencing when wiping his hemorroid-ridden, poopie butt. I was thinking that it was hard, disgusting and not what I signed up for. Then I remembered that heaven can be here on earth. Even that (and all patients) are God’s children. All have unique personalities, dreams, problems, happiness, sadness, pain and endurance. My patient today was no different. I now know that those for whom I care are God’s children…still filled with potential, life and spirit. With each wipe, gag, splatter, fowl smell, heart-wrenching moment, hard-to-do-thing…I am caring for a brother or sister. Heavenly father will welcome them home, I have been waiting for you, good friend – come in, come in – he will invite them in…and I will have eased their burden on their road home. Thank you Father. Help me learn what I need to be of service to thy children. [tears]“
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