So, NO…I’m not a “baby nurse” in the sense that I take care of babies. Peds is certainly not my thing. But, I am a “baby nurse” in the sense that I just survived my third week off of orientation!
I wish I could say no one has died since I’ve been on my own, but that would be a lie. Although, they didn’t die because of something I did/didn’t do, so hooray for that! I have experienced many firsts in these three short weeks of flying solo. They’ve gone something like this…
Remember, my unit cares for all 3 levels of care floor/tele, progressive, and ICU. Well, I got assigned to the ICU! *YASSSS :D* I was pretty pumped about that. I had a great pair, too. I transported my first intubated pt alone (with the RT of course). But, unfortunately my week ended in sadness. Can’t avoid death forever, right? It’s a special privilege to care for someone in their last hours of life. Many good things learned in week 1.
Still in ICU. *YASSSS :D* I’m loving it. Again, super easy pair. This enabled me to help with all of the excitement going on with other pts! The best part about week 2 was realizing where I stand with my fellow RNs. While their pts were crapping out, they were calling on me to help. ME! (They’re crazy, right?!) And they appear to trust my skill and knowledge (VERY BASIC TO SAY THE LEAST) enough to ask my opinion, set-up their drips, and babysit their orientees. Yeah, you read that right. That’s a whole ‘nother can of worms. Anywho, figuring out that you are earning your way into the gang is the best feeling ever. I love my co-workers and my unit!
Progressive care. Ok, not bad. 3 pts. I can do this. Worst part about this week was following the same nurse all three nights. She left me in a shitty mess every night. Empty IV bags, wrong fluids hanging, drips still running that were cancelled hours and hours ago, labs not drawn, etc. UGH. I know I’m new, but I hate that shit just as much as everyone else. I’m that nurse who goes in and hangs all new bags and changes all old lines, checks/cleans up all orders, cleans up the pt’s rooms, turns/fluffs/stuffs/pain medicates, and makes sure all dressings have been changed at shift change. Isn’t that what you do for your fellow nurse? Maybe that’s just the newbie in me?
This week, I also experienced my first “something is wrong, but I don’t know what” nursey moment. I wish I could tell the story, but I’m always afraid in some shape, form, or fashion I’ll violate HIPAA. Being a new nurse is so hard! My fabulous co-workers were very supportive, both during the incident and after. Of course, I was feeling guilty. Like I didn’t do enough. And now, I’m realizing the limitations of being “green”. My co-workers saw my defeat and really picked me up. It felt good to be told, “See! You were right! You’re a good little nurse, you did what you could. You tried so hard, I know you did.” Seriously, they’re the greatest. 😀 Thankfully, this wasn’t a life or death issue, but there was a life-altering outcome. *Sigh* Have any of you had an experience like this yet? How did you deal?
Exciting stuff right?! 😛 Now that I’m settling into a routine, I feel like things are going really great. The sense of doom that once surrounded my nurse duties has morphed into an attitude of “deal with it!”. I no longer feel like I can’t do this. I can do this, and I might even be decent at it!
Until next time,
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