Personal Narrative: Becoming A Labor And Delivery Nurse

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All my life I have wanted to go into nursing. There was no thought about being a teacher, coach, or business owner, it has always been nursing. I love babies and would love to work with them everyday; that’s where the idea of a NICU nurse came from. As time went by it turned into the idea of a Labor and Delivery nurse. In order to start the journey of getting applied to nursing school--becoming a CNA is required. CNA stands for Certified Nursing Assistant, they usually work with elderly people. In the State of Kansas a person has to be sixteen or older to become certified. As soon as I turned sixteen, I tried to find a class close to my hometown, Sterling. Due to my busy school schedule I signed up for a class during the summer time. Becoming …show more content…
Once my books came in the mail, the excitement set in. Finally, the day to start the online portion arrived. I remember logging in the first time and looking at all the assignments thinking, “What have I gotten myself into?” There was so much reading but my excitement kept me going. After finishing the lesson one quiz, I was pumped. Every lesson was even more reading than the last one, the classes went by slow. Clinicals started two weeks after the online part. Everyone in the class was saying that the instructor wasn’t very nice. That made my nerves go crazy. Clinicals were done at the Sterling Presbyterian Manor. I didn’t know that everything had changed since the last time I was …show more content…
The longest class was on a Saturday, which meant we were going to actually work with the residents. Besides having to wake up at 6 a.m., I was ready to work/help people. Christi, the instructor, paired us up with one of the other CNA’s that was currently working. I got paired up with a guy, which I found a little awkward because I’m a little shy. It turns out he was really fun and helped me learn a lot. As the day went on working with more residents, I got a little sad seeing some of the ones that couldn’t do anything for themselves. It was weird how some of the older people were doing way better than some of the younger ones. For example, one of the ladies was around a 100 years old and could still walk and function on her own; her daughter who is about sixty, couldn’t walk by herself. It was really apparent that you should try and take as much care of yourself as you can. The weeks went on and I continued to finish up my online assignments, I ended up ending with a 99% in the class, I was really stoked about it. During the clinicals process one of the girls ended up getting kicked out for her poor effort to show up on time. The last day of clinicals we ended up having a little party. We ordered a cake that looked like a scrub top. We also ended up all wearing the same scrub colors--red and black; the instructor even matched with us. It was sad seeing it all end; I loved all the girls in my class and