Second Nurse, Two Ways
It’s and exhilarating experience that can get your heart pumping. I think it’s my least favourite job.
It’s being torn from my home at the tender age of 1 or 2 and being dropped in a home with 3 or 4 other children who are my age and being my normal needy, crazy, curious 2 -year-old self.
It’s hearing uh-uh-uh and then screams cuz there are 3 or 4 of them who want attention RIGHT NOW and I don’t have that much attention to give right here and right now.
It’s not knowing how to talk properly and trying to get my teacher’s attention while the other kids also want her attention and IT’S NOT WORKING SO I’M GOING TO SCREAM!!
It’s being a bit stressed with four kids and unexpectedly admitting another one and now having 5 to take care of.
It’s being suddenly taken from home and family and being placed in this emergency shelter where everything and everyone is strange so of course I’ll cry.
It’s being downstairs at 0600 everyday and just about going crazy in the ensuing 2 hours.
It’s having slept at least 10 hours and being ready to play and not sleep. It’s wanting breakfast now!
It’s dealing with a screaming 2 year old all morning and finally holding her close rocking her to sleep at nap time
It’s having got up on the wrong side of bed and having everything go wrong all morning and finally getting the attention and love I’ve been needing all morning and being held as I fall asleep at nap time.
It’s taking all four kids into the nursery together to be ‘efficient’ and get their baths down quickly but then they pull clothes out of drawers and stick stuff into the humidifier and climb in and out of the cribs an unplug nightlights and noisemakers and make me pretty much pull out my hair. But I got them bathed and combed in 40 minutes.
Excuse me? We are 2! You expect the three of us to just sit quietly and just wait patiently for our turn in the bath??
It’s standing by each of the cribs individually while the child inside it drifts off to slumberland.
It’s being wired and not able to go to sleep by myself. It’s needing a small amount of comfort and one on one time in this crazy emergency shelter where there are lots of kids and just enough staff to see that the minimum needs are taken care of.
It’s holding a 2-year-old and crying because I can’t give them everything they need because there’s not enough time or resources or anything.
It’s wrapping your little arms around my teacher because I know that she’s doing what she can and that she loves me.
8-06-19 to 8-12-19
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