It was just like yesterday, when I was filling in the forms to doing a bachelor’s degree in nursing. It was a dream come true, I could picture myself in the uniform, looking all and sophisticated. A girl of substance.
Then the first week of practicals began, I was tasked to do a full bath of an elderly patient, I was so scared considering the fact that I did not even know nurses bathe the patients. Like any first year, I read through my procedure book on how to bath a patient. I think that was by far the best full bath I gave in all my 4 years of being a student.
I looked out for every details, how the hair should be washed, everything. Then came a wrecking ball, after bathing the patient, I decided to take the vital signs ( temperature, blood pressure, pulse and respiration ), I couldn’t get a pulse, I thought I had done it wrong since i was still not competent, I decided to use the machine instead, zero pulse.
My heart fell to the ground, my eyes got watery but I held on and ran to call the sister in charge ( registered nurse ), she rechecked the vital signs and told me, “Emmely, he Is gone”. I was like but he was fine, I talked to him through out the full bath, I just left to get the machine to check his vital signs. The sister could see through me, I was shaking all over, tears flowing, she tried to calm me, she said ” it’s not your fault, he was critically ill, it was inevitable, he Is in a better place “. Thoughts started rolling in.
Maybe the water was too cold, maybe I used the wrong full bath technique, maybe I was too rough handling him, I just ran and took my bag, heading for the elevator, I cried all the way up to home. I didn’t eat anything that day. For me, it felt like I had killed him.
I called my dad, still crying I said I don’t want to be a nurse anymore, I can’t be a nurse. He laughed and said baby you are a nurse and i had already paid half your tuition. A little background, that year, I did not have a loan, so my daddy had paid like half the tuition fee already. So me quitting in the middle of the year was not a smart financial move. Okay, back at it. I understood my dad’s concerns but still my spirit was damaged. I couldn’t go on, traumatized and heart broken. It was my first day and I needed a good start but it wasn’t.
I took a week going back and forth on what to do, my dad was serious and I couldn’t afford another gap year from school. I prayed about it. Where there’s a will, there’s always a way with God. I decided I am going back. It wasn’t easy, I cried every time we lost a patient, I still do but slowly I have learned to cope.
After going through the hardship of first year, my second year was almost good. I was allocated in the maternity ward. Goodness Lord, it was amazing, breathe taking. Learning how to deliver someone was the greatest thing ever. The first delivery I conducted, was scary yet the greatest, I remember the baby’sfirst cry, how the mother was thanking me like I did something great, when all the power was from her. Seeing all that made me appreciate life, made me appreciate being apart of the nursing society. I thanked my dad for not letting me quit.
Now 4 years in and almost getting this degree. I can’t wait to be called registered nurse Emmely. I am really thankful for everything, it’s been through ups and down but am almost there. I will get there in Jesus name.