I had two hospital calls back to back a few weeks ago, and they were dramatically different in how the staff handled the cases, even though the calls were less than 24 hours apart
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His other foot wasn't "properly formed" either, though it wasn't clubbed afiak (I did not actually see... I never unwrapped his body from the swaddle, I'm going off Curtis' descriptions and the autopsy report), just not "correctly shaped". So they didn't bother past a smudge. :-/ Like a baby with visible birth abnormalities clearly isn't worth the effort of caring about.
I think the act of thinking about this kind of thing and wanting yourself to make that impression, is more than enough to be a good person for people who need it. The world needs more people like you, like that, like Edward. <3
I haven't talked about this on my blog before, but part of the reason I got into this was my mom. When I was a small child, my mother worked in home support, and she specifically chose the jobs no one else wanted: end of life care. She said that there was something amazing, spectacular, almost transcendent about being with people who were at the end of their life... they were so wonderful and incredible, and after meeting them it hurt her deeply that everyone else avoided them. They were such beautiful, amazing people and had so much to offer. They were wonderful friends, amazing people, who were incredible just to be around. One woman actually PUT MY MOTHER IN HER WILL and left her a huge cache of vintage costume jewelry (much to her daughter's disdain... who wanted to sell it instead of cherish it. My mom still has it today and never once considered selling it no matter how dire things got) because she was the only person who had cared about her in ten years. TEN YEARS!! Sometimes I came with her to her jobs. I will never forget Jim, who used to set me up in his bedroom with cartoons and sneak me full size candy bars and tell me not to tell my mom. Sometimes he'd forget and come back and give me a second one. I used to fall asleep back there watching Loony Tunes while my mom helped him with his bath, and he always gave me a big hug when I left, like he was thrilled that I even existed. I loved that man with all my heart. When he died I was devastated, and my mom sat me down and talked about how amazing it is to be with people that are about to leave this world... and how much value they have still. No one ever runs out of love and value. And being with her taught me a lot about how to appreciate and love that. And I love every single one of those babies that I meet: every single one is special and wonderful, and I care about them deeply. If a day ever came where I was disconnected, I would delegate to someone I knew could do it, because that would be a day I SHOULD NOT be there. Every one of those babies deserves respect and care, no matter what.
as a random long-term reader-- I loved reading this comment. I'm wrapping up my master's in counseling, and have been having to reflect lately on who might be my trigger clients. The only type of client I feel like I'd have a tough time with is the geriatric population. Reading this gave me such a new perspective and I thank you so much for the kind words. Your whole post was incredible to read, and what an amazing nurse--but yes, this comment seriously resonated with me. Something I needed to hear. Thank you.
I should specify--the reason I felt I'd have a hard time was the emotional aspect and dealing with impending loss. So thank you again for a great perspective
I think the act of thinking about this kind of thing and wanting yourself to make that impression, is more than enough to be a good person for people who need it. The world needs more people like you, like that, like Edward. <3
I haven't talked about this on my blog before, but part of the reason I got into this was my mom. When I was a small child, my mother worked in home support, and she specifically chose the jobs no one else wanted: end of life care. She said that there was something amazing, spectacular, almost transcendent about being with people who were at the end of their life... they were so wonderful and incredible, and after meeting them it hurt her deeply that everyone else avoided them. They were such beautiful, amazing people and had so much to offer. They were wonderful friends, amazing people, who were incredible just to be around.
One woman actually PUT MY MOTHER IN HER WILL and left her a huge cache of vintage costume jewelry (much to her daughter's disdain... who wanted to sell it instead of cherish it. My mom still has it today and never once considered selling it no matter how dire things got) because she was the only person who had cared about her in ten years. TEN YEARS!! Sometimes I came with her to her jobs. I will never forget Jim, who used to set me up in his bedroom with cartoons and sneak me full size candy bars and tell me not to tell my mom. Sometimes he'd forget and come back and give me a second one. I used to fall asleep back there watching Loony Tunes while my mom helped him with his bath, and he always gave me a big hug when I left, like he was thrilled that I even existed. I loved that man with all my heart. When he died I was devastated, and my mom sat me down and talked about how amazing it is to be with people that are about to leave this world... and how much value they have still. No one ever runs out of love and value. And being with her taught me a lot about how to appreciate and love that. And I love every single one of those babies that I meet: every single one is special and wonderful, and I care about them deeply. If a day ever came where I was disconnected, I would delegate to someone I knew could do it, because that would be a day I SHOULD NOT be there. Every one of those babies deserves respect and care, no matter what.
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