Levels of Weariness Among Nurses

I imagine that nurses throughout the world are constantly being asked “How are things at work these days?”—with the implied question being “How are you holding up with your work situation?” While my colleagues and I in our pediatric hospital have not seen an overwhelming surge of COVID+ patients come through our doors, we have certainly seen some, with an uptick in our COVID+ census as the numbers throughout the country have increased.

When I pause at this point in the conversation, the usual response I get is, “Oh, that’s so good to hear. You’re lucky.” And I agree and reflect this back to whoever I’m speaking with. My heart hurts for my fellow nurses in other parts of the nation who have been utterly overwhelmed by COVID and its cruelty. I recognize that I am indescribably lucky.

At the same time, though it’s hard to articulate why, even nurses who haven’t been hit by the surges seen in other hospitals bear layers of deep weariness by this point in the pandemic. […]

Staying Away, Reaching Out: Offering Parents Support During the Pandemic

The ‘circuit breaker.’

Image by Wokandapix from Pixabay

I brace myself as I look over the names printed on my patient list. Our developmental pediatric unit has started an initiative to call our more vulnerable families during the COVID-19 pandemic.

Chan J. DOB: 12/10/2001. As I scan the electronic notes, I learn that mum is the main caregiver of not one but two boys with autism spectrum disorder who require a high level of support. They both usually attend special school, but the school is currently closed because of social distancing measures. We are in lockdown, or ‘circuit breaker’ as we call it in Singapore, and both children have been at home for the past three weeks. My heart sinks in anticipation as I punch in the numbers.

“Hello,” a voice hesitates at the other end.

“Good morning, Mrs. Chan,” I say, putting on a cheery tone. “My name is Jia Yi and I am a nurse from the child development unit. We are checking in with our families and I wonder if you have some time to speak with me?”

“What about?” This mother sounds tired.

“Oh, just checking in on how you are getting on and whether there is anything we can do to help.”

‘”It’s hard,” she says. […]

2020-10-01T10:18:14-04:00October 1st, 2020|Nursing, nursing stories|0 Comments

Dia De Los Muertos: Thoughts On Life, Death, Nursing, and Time With Our Families

I discovered she died the way I typically learn a patient I’d navigated for died: the tiny abbreviation “dcsd” appeared next to her name on my computer’s patient list. Although her passing was not unexpected, I felt a deep sadness at the loss of her beautiful soul. From my desk, I sent a silent prayer of remembrance, and then another asking comfort for her family.

She was about the same age as my daughter, and like her, married to a devoted husband, the mother of young children. She was also an only child like my daughter, and feeling this connection, I grieved for her mother too. I wondered if there were things she would have done differently if she’d known their time together would be cut short.

Nursing doesn’t stop for the holidays.

Dia de Los Muertos. Illustration by Julianna Paradisi

We are entering the holiday season, and nurses begin scheduling their holidays off, and on. Not everyone will get what they desire. Perhaps it’s not coincidental that ringing in this season is the Latino celebration, Dia De Los Muertos (Day of the Dead, Oct. 31-Nov. 2), which is not […]

2019-10-30T09:58:35-04:00October 30th, 2019|Nursing, nursing career|0 Comments

Not a Nurse but Her Mother Was, and Now It Really Matters

June_Refl_Illustration Illustration by Lisa Dietrich for AJN

The loss of Emily Cappo’s mother, a competent and supportive parent and an accomplished nurse, leaves an enormous gap in her daughter’s life. Then her own son gets sick.

Cappo writes about these events in “I’m Not a Nurse, But My Mother Was,” the Reflections essay in the June issue of AJN.

Without her mother to turn to for help and guidance, Cappo has no idea how she’ll handle the situation. “There I was,” she writes,

the nonmedical person in my family, the person who hated blood and needles, being thrown into a situation demanding courage, stamina, and role modeling.

But we rise to the situation that presents itself, if the stakes are high enough. Cappo discovers what many nurses already know: the nurses who care for her son make all the difference in his care, and provide her with essential support as well. […]

Blind Spot – At the Intersection of Mother and Nurse

By Marcy Phipps, RN, a regular contributor to this blog. Her essay, “The Soul on the Head of a Pin,” was published in the May 2010 issue of AJN.

Being a nurse has changed my reactions to situations at home. For one thing, I don’t get overexcited about non-life-threatening medical problems. I can hardly stand the thought of going to an emergency room (Steri-Strips and ice are my usual “go-to” treatment plans). I’d like to blame this on working in a trauma center—it makes sense that seeing catastrophic injuries every day tends to make less severe injuries look insignificant—but I’m not sure that completely excuses my recent diagnostic error.

My son, who’s 12, came home from school last week complaining that his hand was sore. He’d hit a wall in gym, he said, but it was a padded wall, and he hadn’t hit it very hard. Still, he was absolutely certain that, at the very least, he’d dislocated something, and that, most likely, he’d broken his hand.

To my defense, he has a history of overdramatizing situations, and I took his self-assessment with a grain of salt. Although the side of his hand was slightly swollen, nothing was bruised, and everything seemed to be moving all right.

We iced it, of course, and although hand pain didn’t seem to interfere with his usual activities, he proceeded to tell anyone who would listen that he’d broken his hand.

“Stop saying that!” I told him. […]

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