Haiku Friday: First Harvest

In just one short month
my garden experiment
has produced results

This brown thumb has now
somehow coaxed from the earth a
bunch of broccoli:


And those are just the
first of the season – more will
be coming later

My first garden is already a smashing success as far as I’m concerned. I love broccoli, and these were transplanted in mid-April to the fledgling garden. I didn’t expect to see results so quickly, but we had to take the heads off of each plant today to make room for the new stalks of broccoli growing underneath.

We also planted carrot, cucumber, and sunflower seeds today. I already planted sweet peppers, lettuce, and some herbs a few weeks ago, and I still need to plant zucchini and green beans. I don’t know if they’ll all be as successful as the broccoli that even I can’t kill, but I hope we’ll have plenty of our own veggies this summer.

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Collecting Good Thoughts Here

The end of nursing school is now just weeks away, and the focus has shifted from exams and clinicals to job hunting. Unlike many parts of the country, there is no nursing shortage in Columbus. Plenty of nurses, fewer jobs as hospitals cut back, and a slew of new nurses coming out of the 8+ nursing schools around the city.

I went into nursing for a single reason: to work with new moms and babies. I’ve happily (and not-so-happily at times) endured my turn through all other areas of nursing, understanding that we need to have a basic knowledge of how different hospital areas function and getting a wide variety of clinical experiences.

But my mind has been set on working with moms and babies from the beginning. It’s why I started on this journey. It’s my calling, I guess you could say. Sure, some of my class aren’t picky about where they’ll work, but I’m nearly 33 – I know where I want to work, and I don’t want to waste time getting there.

I’ve applied for probably 10 jobs so far, all in labor & delivery units or NICUs. The biggest challenge is that I’m up against so many other applicants, several with experience. No one seems to want a nurse fresh out of school.

However, last Friday I had to complete the last of my clinical hours, choosing to shadow at a birth center in my hometown. My mother has worked at that hospital for over 30 years, and I thought it would be nice to see how a smaller hospital works. I had also noticed that they had job openings in the birth center, and I applied for a job as well.

It was a wonderful experience, and I really enjoyed how nice everyone was and how well the team worked together. The nurse manager answered all of my questions, and at the end of the day, she interviewed me for the open job. I think the interview went really well, even though it’s been four years since my last interview and I’m a little rusty.

She told me that she hopes to make a decision on the job by the end of this week. You can imagine that I’m crossing fingers, toes and eyes hoping to get this job. I liked the other nurses, I liked the nurse manager, and I think I’d love working there.

I believe in the power of positive thinking (OK, maybe not as far as The Secret believes it can go), and I need help here. If all of you can spare a few good thoughts, some positive energy, prayers, or whatever it is you do for me this week, I’d appreciate the help. I’m so anxious this week – I want that job. I think I’d be an asset for them.

It’s also time to see an end to the bad streak of luck we’ve had. Aaron’s one last freelance writing job – a job he hoped to see go full-time – ended abruptly last week in a rather unprofessional way (unprofessional on their end, not his), and I’m a little tired of being thrown under the Karma bus. I want some good news for once. And you’d probably rather read some good news, right?

Let’s hope I impressed them enough that I get to be the next new OB nurse at that hospital.



Reply Hazy, Shuffle Again

Am I the only person who uses her iPod as a Magic 8 Ball far too often?

Think about it: thousands of songs with meaningful titles loaded onto that little device. And a great shuffle feature.

How often have you pressed shuffle and had a song come on that you really, really needed to hear? Or one that so perfectly fit your mood, it’s like it was hand selected for you? Same principle, just applied a little more directly.

More than once I’ve had it with me while on my way to some important function, or been driving while anxious about some topic or another. Think about a question, hit the Shuffle button, and all is revealed:

Will Aaron get over this fight?

Shuffle – Won’t Go Home Without You (Maroon 5)

Whew.

Will these kids stop fighting with each other today, or should I abandon them in a cornfield? (Hush, you know I’d never do something like that!)

Shuffle – Keep Holding On (Avril Lavigne)

They should be happy it didn’t play Thnks Fr Th Mmrs (Fall Out Boy).

How should I spend the evening?

Shuffle – Drink the Night Away (Gaelic Storm)

I knew I loved you, iPod!

Will I get this job?

Shuffle – Pray (Once On This Island, musical)

Hmmm…is that good or bad?

Please, please, please let me pass this exam!

Shuffle – Boulevard of Broken Dreams (Green Day)

Oh shit.

It doesn’t always work out so smoothly. Today I asked if the car would keep running, and it replied with Legal Assassin from the movie Repo! The Genetic Opera. Um…is someone going to assassinate my car? WTF does that mean?

These are the times when interpretation must come into play. No simple “Reply hazy, try again” answers here. That means I often skip to the next song until I get something that matches up with the question at hand a little better. In the question of my car, I got to Daughtry’s Breakdown, then decided that I probably shouldn’t have asked to begin with.

OK, maybe I am a little crazy to look to my iPod for advice. Like a Magic 8 Ball, it’s all random chance, even if my old Magic 8 Ball did have a scary-high percentage of accuracy.

iPod, will my readers flee after reading this?

Shuffle – The Tiki, Tiki, Tiki Room – WHA? Hmmm, try again?

Shuffle again – Sympathy-Tenderness (Jekyll & Hyde the musical)

Oh, I hope you’re right…



Haiku Friday: Nearly Done

An accomplishment:
one hundred twenty eight long
hours are complete.

My clinical time
for my final quarter is
done – well, almost so.

Sixteen hours are
left to shadow in other
areas we like

Today, I will spend
eight hours in a place I
love: a birth center

For my final eight,
I’m hoping to observe on
a NICU unit

Graduation is less than a month away, and I’m finished with the bulk of my clinical hours, or at least all the hours that require me to jump in and do something. I’m a little bummed that I have to be completely hands-off for my shadowing experiences, but I understand why.

Today I’ll be at a small hospital observing their labor, delivery and postpartum unit. It’s actually the hospital in my hometown, a hospital my mom worked and still works at, and a place I spent a lot of time at as a child. I’m excited to not only be visiting an area I’d like to work in, but also my hometown hospital.

To play along for Haiku Friday, follow these steps:

1. Write your own haiku on your blog. You can do one or many, all following a theme or just random. What’s a haiku, you ask? Click here.

2. Sign the Mister Linky below with your name and the link to your haiku post (the specific post URL, not your main blog URL). DON’T sign unless you have a haiku this week. If you need help with this, please let me know.

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"Early" Intervention

It’s been six months now since we took Mira to a Help Me Grow screening for her speech issues. At that point, they ordered a full evaluation, which was done in December. While thankfully Mira shows no signs of autism, she was diagnosed with a speech delay, and recommended for speech therapy right away.

We had a few choices for therapy, including taking her to center for speech therapy, having someone come to the house for therapy, or enrolling her in the early intervention school. Our case worker advised us that the first option was likely to take the least amount of time, with the average waiting period being six to eight weeks. Wanting to get Mira started as soon as possible, we chose the first option.

Fast forward to April.

We still haven’t received a call about a spot for her in therapy. Well, that’s not quite true – we did receive a message in February about a spot, but when we called back they told us there was no spot and seemed puzzled as to why we thought there was a spot for her. Hmmm…

Mid-April, our case worker checked in, and we told her we were still waiting. She made some calls, and soon we had a spot for the end of the month. We took the appointment without argument – the good thing about being unemployed at the moment is we can rearrange our schedules if needed.

Aaron took Mira to the appointment that day, and later in the evening told me about how it went. The therapist evaluated her to figure out a starting point, gave Aaron some exercises to do at home, and sent them on their way. No follow up appointment, because they had none available. Turns out, they fit her into a single empty space, with no chance at further appointments in the near future. The therapist also seemed unconcerned with Mira’s speech.

The exercises we were given are things we already do. We name any item we give to her, we encourage her to repeat words back to us, and of course we talk to her. (Seriously, “talk to her more” was one of the handwritten helpful hints. Like we’re locking her in a closet all day by herself.)

I make the poor kid talk to me all day. I try over-enunciating words, exaggerating my face to show her how to make sounds. She has to try to say a word before I’ll give her the object. And all that comes out of her mouth are vowel sounds and the occasional n sound.

(She showed me she could count for the first time today, too. As she handed me cups, she solemnly pronounced “oooon, ooooo, eeee, ooouh, iiiiieh.” Good thing I’m learning to speak Mira-ese, or in her language, Iiiaaah-eee.)

I understand the system is likely overworked and understaffed. But I feel like Mira is falling through the cracks. When Cordy went to her early intervention screenings, she was immediately transferred to the school system because she was almost three. And the school system has done an excellent job. At her recent evaluation, I was praised for getting Cordy help at an early age, and told it was evident how well she’s responding to therapy.

Mira will be two soon – she has another year to go before the school system could pick up her case. Six months is already a long time to go with no progress – another year could now go down the drain. Mira is supposed to get speech therapy three days a month. We’ve been told May is completely full, and June isn’t looking good, either.

I know I’m showing my neurotic, overprotective mama bear side of me. Her pediatrician said that the medical community doesn’t even care about speech delays until a child is four. But knowing that the sooner you intervene, the better the result, I’d rather be proactive. I’d rather not risk her hitting three or four years old and hearing a doctor or speech therapist say, “Oh, she really has a speech problem – why didn’t you get her help earlier?” Because then they would have to listen to the primal scream I would let loose in response to keep my head from exploding. And no one wants that.

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