Showing posts with label Nursing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nursing. Show all posts

Monday, May 18, 2015

Breastfeeding + Cover Me Ponchos





There were a lot of different things I would worry about before I became a mom, and breastfeeding was definitely at the top of that list!  I was so anxious about keeping up a good milk supply, knowing when and how much (and how to!) pump, returning to work and continuing breastfeeding, and I was especially anxious about breastfeeding in public.  Many of you may hate me for saying this but nursing (luckily) came pretty easily for Talmage and I- other than the first week when I was dealing with engorgement, being sore, leaking, and all the hilarious things that can go along with that!  Nursing has been quite an adjustment- just like motherhood is- but I try not to complain about it because I'm so grateful for the bond I feel when Talmage and I sit down to nurse.  Sometimes I think I need the break just as much as he does. 

The biggest challenge with nursing for me has been getting used to nursing on the go!  Honestly, nursing in public still makes me SO nervous!  However, having a great nursing cover has helped ease that anxiety.  I love my Cover Me Poncho because not only is it functional, it's dang cute. 

Tally gets easily distracted with new sounds and having a cover to block out all of the distractions has been so helpful to keep him focused!  The first time I needed to nurse him outside of our home we were at Market Street Grill.  I didn't have a cover so I headed down to the restroom hoping there would be a chair or a couch or something so I wouldn't have to sit on the toilet!  Luckily there was a chair in the bathroom but it was literally right in front of the door- so anyone walking in (or walking by!) the restroom had full access to my lady parts! ha!  Probably a suprising view for the 90 yr. woman who walked in. There have also been many times where I've needed to nurse Talmage in the car and have only had a swaddling blanket to cover up.  It's always slipping down or Braedon is awkwardly trying to hold it up for me.  I love the Cover Me poncho because not only does it cover my front- it covers my back too.  This way I don't have to worry about only wearing a button up shirt-I can nurse comfortably without worrying that my stomach or back is showing.  I also love the wide neck so that I can easily peak in and readjust my babe if I need to.  Honestly, I'm still getting the hang of nursing in public- it definitley makes me nervous- but knowing I have the right cover makes it so much easier, even if I still feel like I need to nurse Tal in a separate room!

Make sure you check out my instagram post for a giveaway!  Cover Me Ponchos is giving away a poncho of your choice to one of my readers! 

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

I'm A Nurse: Terminal Illnesses

I have to admit, this post is a little less on the lighter side than my first "I'm A Nurse" entry.  But hey, I never said nursing was perfect!  Lately, this has been on my mind....

What it's like to care for a child with a terminal illness...
*By the way, I'd like to first just recognize the parents of these children.  They provide so much more than us nurses, and are truly heroes in my eyes.

  1. You get to forge a unique relationship, one that can't really be explained
  2. Many moments become a, "this could be the last", so naturally, you make the most of them.  You allow your patient to eat dessert first, and push aside the veggies- even though you're the nurse and should probably be a better example
  3. You do weird dance moves, have thumb wars (even if your patient is supposed to be doing something else, like listening to their teacher), and you try your best to keep the mood light 
  4. On that same note, you acknowledge the hard moments and give your patient time to relax.  You don't rush them through therapy, and you cry when they cry
  5. You try to give them as many options as possible and let them be the "boss", because they rarely get to choose
  6. Your job stops feeling like work
  7. You worry about your patient when your not with them 
  8.  You cry.  Sometimes you cry when you don't expect to.  
  9. You learn to be gentle, to be loving, to be patient, and to not take yourself so seriously
  10. You become and expert in whatever hobbies or interests your patient has.  Be it Justin Bieber, NBA basketball stars, or boxing matches
  11. You put up with listening to Justin Bieber over and over, just so your patient can memorize the rapping part in "Baby"
  12. You cheer when they rap said part perfectly for the first time and have a mini dance party during therapy
  13. You think twice about what you'd want to be remembered for
  14. You realize your life is easy
  15. You find out that there is a place in your heart you never knew you had- you realize this child helped you more than you could ever help them, and that something as simple as a healthy body is a beautiful blessing  
  16. You find a new meaning for the resurrection, and look forward to the day you can witness these crippled bodies run, jump, and play
  17. You thank Heavenly Father for allowing your life to be changed by such a beautiful spirit  


Tuesday, March 4, 2014

A Trial of Faith

About a year ago Braedon and I were frantically trying to get ready to make it to the temple in time for a 7:00 endowment session for ward temple night.  As soon as Braedon got home from work and changed, we rushed to the car, and next thing we knew he had dropped his keys in-between the driver's seat and the center console- basically the never ending black hole.  

After we took too much time fishing out his keys, we hopped on the freeway breaking a few speed limits to only hit bumper to bumper traffic as we made it downtown.  Apparently there was a Jazz game that night.  

We quickly realized we were not going to make the 7:00 session, but wanted to go anyways and figured we'd catch the 8:00. 

We parked, walked into the temple, and as we were scanning our recommends I saw someone I knew out of the corner of my eye.  It was my Dad!  He had just finished a session and was on his way out.  

Chance meeting?  Coincidence?  Definitely not. 

At this particular point in time my parents were separated, and I think it was especially hard for my dad because he didn't have anyone at home to keep him company.  I think the Lord provided a way for this meeting to happen for a few reasons. We ended up having dinner with my dad in the temple, and I think it was nice for him to not have to eat alone that night.  

Perhaps another reason why this meeting was made to happen was so that Braedon and I could see my Dad's example of temple attendance, especially during such a hard time for our whole family.   By the way, this has a really happy ending.  My parents are actually back together, and doing great.   

As I've thought about this experience I've realized it's a pretty good depiction of following the Lord's plan.  A lot of times we are working towards a "righteous desire", in this case: going to the temple.  We hit speed bumps, roadblocks, and mishaps along the way that can feel like major setbacks, in this case: dropping our keys and getting stuck in traffic.

Sometimes when we hit these setbacks we are tempted to ask the why questions.  Why did you drop your keys when we are in such a hurry??  Why doesn't the Lord just part the traffic so we can get to the temple on time??  

What we don't realize is that if we would just have faith in the Lord's plan, the end result can be much greater than even we could imagine.  This is because the Lord sees the end from the beginning, and he also desires to bless us when we keep his commandments.  Rather than just meet our ward for temple night, we got to sit down and have dinner with my Dad in the temple, and then do a session together after.

Rather than ask those icky why questions, we can focus on the what.  What can I learn?

I started writing this post because I feel like I am going through something similar to this experience just on a larger scale right now. I'm also certain that this type of experience will probably happen more than once in my lifetime and I should probably document it so when I forget next time I'll be able to remind myself what I learned.

Being a nursing graduate in Utah is hard, especially with the saturation of nurses here.  Dang mormons.  Jk.  

I have applied for jobs, hand delivered my resume, tweaked and re-tweaked said resume, interviewed, networked, written thank you notes, and been turned down again and again.  Really it's just a miracle to even get interviewed at this point.

So, I have this "righteous desire", to work in a speciality that I love and have regularly scheduled full time hours (something my job just doesn't have right now).  I feel like I'm hitting those setbacks- getting turned down over and over- and it's easy to allow myself to feel defeated.  However, I've felt the Lord's spirit encouraging me throughout this long process, and I know that there is something wonderful waiting ahead- I just have to be patient.  I do think I'm getting a little more patient.  I check my email probably five times a day now rather than every five minutes (I'm not exaggerating when I say I used to check it every five minutes, it was slightly excessive).

What I do know is this; as long as we keep the commandments, listen to the spirit, and continually try to do our best, everything WILL work out!  

To all you new grads out there- good luck!!  May the odds be ever in your favor.  (dooo...dooo..doo...doo)

Here I am after graduation with my new pink, engraved, pediatric stethoscope that my cute husband got me.  Oblivious to the rough job search ahead.  My mom keeps reminding me that even though this first year has been hard, nursing is an amazing career life-long and this will seem like a short moment once I've landed my "dream nursing job".


I still have the same excitement to "start my nursing career", but I'm a little less naive in thinking I'd get my dream job right away.  It's not easy, but that's how you know it'll be worth it!

Aaaaand a few Pinterest quotes that have hit me hard lately.  I know I know, roll your eyes because they are pretty cheesy but it doesn't make them any less good!  




And last but not least, a few pictures (and people) that I scan always count on to make me smile....


Not only was this a happy moment, but notice my nephew Stillman in the left-hand corner.  I think he really captured the essence of this shot and I can just picture him whipping that sparkler in circles and  hear his excited "woooooooo!!!" just by looking at this picture.  


This guy.  Best part about being married?  You get to take everything on as a team.  


Ok sorry, but it made you smile right??

Thursday, November 21, 2013

My New Job + Creme Brûlée French Toast

I recently started working as a pediatric home health nurse.  Coming from the hospital, this has been a totally different but very rewarding experience.  I get to see it all; loving parents, cute friends interacting with my patients at school, heartbreaking stories, humble living circumstances, and best of all happy families in spite of health issues.  I recently started my own nursing journal to document the many stories I'm collecting.  We truly do have the best, "how was your day?" answers.  Because of HIPAA, I can't go into detail about my patients but I'll try my best to tell "his" story. 

He is only in the first grade, and he's the most popular kid in the class.  He has a terminal illness, but has surpassed all of the doctor's expectations.  This makes his prognosis pretty unpredictable.  Although he doesn't have most of the functions others kids may take for granted, he still teases, laughs, and plays jokes on others. 

This is why my job is so great:

I get to watch him excel in spelling and math
Everyone asks to sit by him at lunch, and he says yes to everyone-it's a race to see who gets there first. 
We play tag at recess.  There are days when I'm tired, but he'll look at me with wide eyes, a bright smile, and say, "Come and get me!".  There is no way I can turn down the invitation!
During treatment, he requests we listen to Justin Bieber's Christmas Album.
After treatment, he's dancing and singing all the words to "Baby".  It's become our tradition to play that song just before we head back to class.
We arm wrestle when we get bored during math... he always wins.
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head teasingly at me when I have my "pure luck" moments; like forgetting to bring his book to the library, spilling food on myself, you know-the usual. 

I sense that he just wants to feel normal, he just wants to be treated like any other kid.  While he does have a lot of "exceptions" (like staying in from recess if he chooses) he won't accept offers to butt in line, follows all of the class rules, and tries his best to participate in class.  It's probably no secret that I've become attached- we've become really good friends.  I'm so grateful for my job, and for the relationships I've been able to build that wouldn't have been possible if I were working in the hospital.  I feel blessed to have a job that I'm actually excited to come back to!  


Alright, Creme Brûlée French Toast.  Pretty much the best breakfast ever.  I have Micah Ricks to thank for introducing me to this warm, gooey, sugary-sweet casserole of joy.  But seriously, I'm considering making it our Christmas morning tradition, which is a big deal because my family already has a "Christmas Casserole" tradition.  This is the Lion Houses's Recipe for Creme Brûlée French Toast.  


Best part?  It's so easy, and you can make it the night before (actually recommended). I count my sleeping hours as precious, so not having to get up at 6 am to accommodate Braedon's school schedule just to make him breakfast is a plus (worst wife award? yikes).  I couldn't even snap a picture because we licked the pan clean so fast.  


Ingredients:
[Egg Mixture]
5 large eggs
1 and 1/2 cups half and half
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vanilla
pinch of cinnamon (optional)
[Bread]
1 inch pieces (torn), to fill a 9 x 13 pan about 3 inches thick
Can use:
Crescent bread (this is what I use)
French baguette
Ezekiel
Challah
etc.
[Syrup Mixture]
1/2 cup butter
1 cup packed brown sugar
2 tablespoons corn starch


First, tear your bread and set aside.  It is recommended that your bread be a little dried out.


Next, make your "egg mixture".  Beat the eggs, half and half, vanilla, salt (and pinch of cinnamon if desired) for two minutes.  Set aside. 




Melt the butter in a small saucepan over low-medium heat.  Stir in the brown sugar and corn syrup.  Heat and stir long enough that the sugar dissolves.  Side note: corn syrup is ridiculously sticky!  I had never used it before, spilled it all down my arm and it took me a good 5 minutes to get it off!  

Now we're ready to start layering the casserole.


Start with the syrup and distribute evenly.


Next, layer the bread.  Then pour the egg mixture over the top to coat.  Sorry for the blurry picture, I was awkwardly trying to snap while pouring...

All done!  You can cover and store in the refrigerator to bake in the morning, or go ahead and bake right away.  I waited a few hours and then decided to bake it so I wouldn't have to wake up early to have it ready in time for Braedon.  I know, worst wife.  Tastes just as great reheated ;)
We cut up some strawberries to put on top, but honestly it doesn't really need anything extra! 
Hope you enjoy! 
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