Hi everyone,
In May of 2009 I was accepted into Nursing school, which I had worked very hard to get into. I was thrilled. I am married and have two toddlers but I knew I'd make it work since caring for the sick is my passion. Well... little did I know.....
I began school in September, first semester, did awesome! My clinical was in Jersey Shore hospital in Neptune, N.J. Keep in mind it could have been at any of the local hospitals, but that's where I was assigned. First semester I was taught how to give patients meds, including shots, amongst many many other things.
Second semester begins...Feb. My 4 yr old daughter starts displaying all the classic symptoms; wetting the bed, extreme thirst, irritable, losing weight. Take her to get blood work although my pediatrician does not think it's diabetes. Now at my new clinical spot, a psych hospital. Get the dreaded phone call from her pediatrician, life is changed forever.
As horrible as all this was, and our world was spinning and we were suddenly sticking our daughter with needles in a hospital bed and coming to the realization that this was going to be life from here on out, I realized something amazing, and it all hit me.
The hospital the endocrinologist had us go to and admit her was... Jersey Shore. What was I going to have to learn? To give shots of insulin.
When we were discharged, my husband, myself, and my now diabetic daughter, walked down wide, long hallway with many beautiful pictures of the Jersey shore, carrying balloons and teddy bears galore. This was the same hallway that I vividly remembered walking down with my fellow nursing students/friends after our first day of clinical in nursing school, so proud, I remember turning around to everyone saying "we did it!". And here I was about 5 months later, walking in the same spot in such a different, position.
I have to say how thankful I was because I believe God had a plan just like he does for everyone. How awesome that I ended up at the same hospital I did clinical at.....I had never been to this hospital before my clinical rotation, and I have to say......it made me feel a little more comfortable with this situation because I knew environment so well. And the fact that I learned how to give injections all 1st semester.....wow. I have been able to use the brief knowledge and experience I gained to take the best care of my daughter as possible. Her A1C upon admission was a 10...her 1st one after 3 months was a 5.9...praise the Lord.
I just had to share this story with you all . and sometimes it just feels good to talk about because I do get my moments of sadness for my daughter and life before diabetes and my giving up on school....which hopefully one day I'll go back, but not anytime soon. I am my little Ava Rose's nurse now, and that's just fine with me. Thank you for reading and God Bless :)