This blog post was written by Jennifer Wilber, an accelerated nursing student at Marian University. She will graduate in May 2014.
The road to me being a nurse started when I married my husband in 2001. We decided early on that we wanted to have a whole house full of children. After three miscarriages, I finally became pregnant in 2007. At five months, our baby passed away. When I went in to deliver my son, it was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Out of all that, one of the biggest things I remember is my wonderful nurse. She was there when I started contracting, she delivered my son, and she was there holding my hand when I went in to tell my son good-bye. She made a box for me, which contained pictures of my son, a blanket and a little gown. I cherish that box. It is the one thing I have left to remember my son.
I think of my nurse a lot when I think about the type of nurse I want to be. I want to be a nurse who is there for my patients no matter what they are going through. I may not know what they are experiencing or the pain they are feeling, but no matter what, I will be there to help them and hold their hand through it all. That is the nurse I want to be, the one that my patients remember.
