It's been two months since I last blogged, and obviously I missed it. Been very busy with school, so much stress I have that I even envy those who have longer free times than I do. Cue that I'm doing this instead of my requirements. I was battling with myself as to whether I stop blogging for some time, and focus on the things I have to do, but then I thought that either way, I would do what I love.
Been exposed in the delivery room for the past two weeks. To a person like me, who treasures her "firsts," surely my first actual duty will always be remembered. "
Actual, sterile gloves,dali!," prompted my clinical instructor. Excited yet panicking, I donned my sterile gloves in less than 10 seconds! Imagine the adrenaline flushing through my veins. Back in first year, we were taught that putting on the sterile gloves requires speed and technique, that you can actually wear it in 3-5 seconds. Of course, I didn't believe that, because when it was my time to do it, I finished in more than 30 seconds. That's why donning the sterile gloves for 10 seconds in the DR is an achievement, believe me. Ok, so back to the scenario. When the bag of water was finally ruptured, I knew right then and there that the newborn would come out. . .labor pains. . .mother pushing. . .crowning. . .head out. .got ya! Scared that I might break the fragile neck, afraid to show jitters and very nervous that I was, I pulled the newborn out rationalizing in my mind what I was doing. Praise God for the successful pull. Then I placed the neonate on the mother's abdomen, assisted in the cutting of the cord, and waited for the delivery of the placenta. Gosh I thought, did I just do that. Seeing the little angel I had my first encounter with and thinking what if I had gone wrong in the procedure. . .what if I dropped her or something, killed her with my shaking hands. . . .BLAH. I dropped the paranoia, and reveled on the wonder of how courageous mothers can be as they take the risk of delivering their babies.
Truly mothers endure so much of the changes from the start of their pregnancy to the moment they give birth.
John 16:21 states that "
A woman, when she is in labor, has sorrow because her hour has come; but as soon as she has given birth to the child, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world." What I will always remember is that a mother had to endure the pain she needs in order to get her child out of her womb. And a mother, without strength will find it much more difficult to deliver her baby.
One thing I'm pointing out is that Christ's power is stronger when we're weak. For sure He is with the mother as she pushes her baby out; He is with the midwife as she performs her task; and I am 100% sure that He was with me as I pulled the newborn out.
In times like this that I got all my requirements piling up next to me, I will always think of giving up. But then seeking the Lord for strength will give me much more than the energy I need to finish all, because He gives me time to really appreciate what I have to do. Nursing is my passion--NCP making that would end up "hemorrhagic" due to the many corrections the clinical instructor would require using her red pen; a community book to finish; a lot more requirements, and having to worry about not being able to review for the exams because I will be even busier--these all come with it, and I have to have passion in completing everything.
24 hours in a day seem too short for all the paper works I have to finish, but with God to sustain me strength, wisdom, patience and determination, I can and I will be through with it. Best part? carpe diem.
