Well, here we are... another week of getting to know me :)
I wasn't always a nursing major. I changed majors after my freshman year of college. Ok, but before I go into that, let me backtrack a little.
The first real occupation I wanted (you know, skipping over the whole first female president, ruler of the world stuff) was to be a pediatrician. I actually job shadowed one when I was in 8th grade. I was dead set on being a pediatrician. I babysat a lot and was good with kids. I thought it would be the perfect job for me.
Well, 9th grade rolls around. And I already have senioritis. Yea... 8+ more years of school after high school? No. Thank. You. So I decided I wanted to be a nurse. A little less time, but I could still work with children. I wanted to be one of those office nurses for the pediatrician offices. They were always so nice at my doctor's office. And yes, I went to my pediatrician until I was 20. Yea. Almost 21. Don't judge me. I had a great pediatrician!
Anyways... now on to 10th grade. Ah, biology... how I hated thee. After that year of biology, I vowed I would never go into anything in the medical field. Anything that required biology classes. Never. Ever. Nope. Nada. Forget it.
So after tossing around a few ideas, I finally settled on Computer Science. My dad is a network analyst and I've grown up around computers my entire life. I can reformat a computer from scratch. Change out hard drives. Read and code a little HTML. I just wanted to do more.
So senior year, I applied to a college with a great computer science program. 2 hours from home. Not too far. I got in with the 2nd highest scholarship the school offered. 1st quarter, 1st CS class. Yea, like 2 girls in the class. And did I mention I was quite the preppy girl? In a class full of computer guru geeks. Yea. I stood out.
All year, I did ok. Not great. It was all mostly programming, with languages I'd never heard of. Not at all what I expected. And trust me, programming is TOUGH. Especially if you have NO background in programming and codes. I wasn't all that excited about my major choice after that year. But I didn't know what to do from there. I did have all intentions of going back after the summer though.
Summer rolls around. I took a job at a pool store, selling stuff, testing water. I also got a part time job at my mom's office (a neurosurgical clinic). I mainly just got patient charts, brought the patients back, took vitals (height, weight, blood pressure, things like that). It was small stuff but I enjoyed it. I kinda tossed around the idea of changing majors, but didn't tell anyone. I didn't want to be that person. The one that changed majors after the first year of school.
There's one patient that really made an impact on my life. I won't ever forget her. She was having some back problems. She had to walk at a very slow pace. She apologized for going so slow. I told her it was no big deal, that we weren't in any hurry. I got the info and brought her to her room. After she met with the doctor, it just so happened that I was the one available to bring her back to the front. I knocked on the door and asked her if she was ready to go. She asked to me step in the room and shut the door. I thought to myself, "Oh goodness, she's probably going to ask something about her meds or something and I have no clue." But what she had to say surprised me. She told me that she really felt like God was telling her to tell me something. That this is what I was supposed to be doing. This is the path I should take. Here I was, secretly dealing with changing majors, and this total stranger gives me my answer. I mean, how much clearer can it get. I don't know that this lady will ever know how much she made an impact on my life, but she really did. My sign from God.
So after I brought the lady out, I went straight to my mom's office and told her what happened. We talked to my dad and they were both great about my decision to change majors. I enrolled in a local college, known for it's tough but great nursing program. I lost any scholarships, but made up the difference by living at home (no dorm or meal plans). And there begins my journey into nursing. I eventually decided I loved working with newborns which is what brought me to a career in the NICU. And here I am today, a nurse (well almost... I still have boards to take next month).
So there you have it... the story of how I wasn't always going to be a nurse :)
What did YOU want to be growing up? Did things turn out the way you planned?
Oh, and I don't take any credit for these photos... I found them on google :)
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