Haiku Friday: Celebration and Awareness

Haiku Friday

Good news came this week
My last quarter of nursing
school is gonna rock

I’ve been assigned a
preceptor in a special
care nursery – yippie!

I’ll spend my time with
newborns who need a little
help starting their lives

In other news: a
new blog project for me – see
the button below

I’m blogging once a
month for March of Dimes to bring
notice to their cause

I’m thrilled that I’ll be spending my last quarter of nursing school in the special care nursery of a local hospital, working one-on-one with a nurse and getting as much hands-on experience as possible. Special care is not a NICU – more like a place for babies who need just a little help making that transition to the outside world for one reason or another.

And in a somewhat related tangent, one of my posts each month in 2009 will be devoted to a topic from the March of Dimes. They asked me to be a blog ambassador for them, and seeing how I’ve always supported this incredible organization, I quickly agreed.

Unlike other partnerships, I’m not getting any compensation (I think they promised me a March of Dimes coffee mug?), but I will get the chance to interview celebrities and doctors involved with the March of Dimes. While I’m thankful to have given birth to two healthy daughters, I know there are others who aren’t so lucky, and I’m happy to spread the word about March of Dimes and all of the research and outreach they do.

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.

3. Pick up a Haiku Friday button to display on the post or in your sidebar by clicking the button at the top.

REMEMBER: Do not post your link unless you have a haiku this week! I will delete any links without haiku!



Haiku Friday: Cold & Crazy

Haiku Friday
Welcome to winter!
Ten below zero tonight
without the windchill

No school for Cordy
The air is too cold. But me?
Of course I have school.

So I will put on
my paper thin scrubs to sit
with crazy people.

Oh, how I wish my clinical would be canceled in the morning. But even bitter cold can’t prevent me from spending 10 hours in a psychiatric ward. My clinical for nursing school this quarter is psych/rehab, so the first half of the quarter I’m working in an institution with patients who will probably never leave due to their serious mental illnesses.

I do find it interesting to learn more about the different types of mental illness, but 10 hours is a long time to spend there. By the end of the day, I have to do a mental status check on myself to make sure I’m not going crazy as well.

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.

3. Pick up a Haiku Friday button to display on the post or in your sidebar by clicking the button at the top.

REMEMBER: Do not post your link unless you have a haiku this week! I will delete any links without haiku!



Haiku Friday: Finals Week

Haiku Friday
Two more exams are
between me and the end of
this quarter of school

I was crazy to
think that statistics would be
not much extra work

With my days being
so full, I often forget
I’m a student too

One nursing class and
one math class have me thankful for
ending this quarter

Assuming I pass
these exams, two more quarters
until I’m all done

And best of all: I’ll
never take more than one class
at a time again

Why I ever thought I could take statistics while deep into my nursing program I’ll never know. I put it off for way too long – taking this class before I started the formal program, and before I had two kids, would have been the wiser choice.

But after three months of multi-tasking hell, the end is in sight. Two more exams, one for each class, must be taken in the next five days. Once those are done, I can relax and enjoy the three weeks off before classes begin again. Yep, three weeks off, with only my family and my blogging to keep me occupied. (OK, maybe it’s not so much of a break.)

Two more quarters, two more classes, and then I’m done.

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.

3. Pick up a Haiku Friday button to display on the post or in your sidebar by clicking the button at the top.

REMEMBER: Do not post your link unless you have a haiku this week! I will delete any links without haiku!



One Year. 525,600 Moments of Change

Last November (2007), a note was sent home from preschool letting us know about the upcoming school picture day. Cordy had only been in school for a little over a month – placed there after making quite an impact at her developmental evaluation – and was still in the phase where she trusted no one and screamed whenever I dropped her off at school each day.

I knew Cordy didn’t like new experiences. The smallest sensory disturbance would set her off into epic meltdowns. She was fearful of bright lights, loud noises, and strange people. So when they announced picture day, I worried how she might react.

The report from her teacher that day was the story of a struggle. It took over an hour to even coax her into the darkened room with the bright flash. She had split her bottom lip that morning from a post-breakfast meltdown, leaving it slightly swollen and red. Long after the other kids flashed smiles and moved on, her teacher continued to work with her to preserve this moment.

Cordy, as she was at that point in time, was clearly displayed in the picture that resulted:


And now a year later, the new photo displays a different Cordy. A Cordy who has ever so gradually learned to cope with the sensory onslaught around her, tempered her emotions to avoid meltdowns most days, and occasionally does what is asked of her.

She still sees this world as a scary place, but she’s coming out of her own little world, ever so slowly, and reaching out to put trust in others. You can look at her face and see how these small changes over the past year have made a difference.


There’s still much work to do, but the progress so far has been impressive. I truly believe Cordy wants to free herself completely from that barrier surrounding her and keeping her from fully participating in the world around her. And our hands are firmly grasping hers, doing our best to lead her out of the fog and refusing to let go.



I’ve Been Tricked By My Four Year Old

For a reason I’ll never understand, Cordy likes to make people think she’s incapable of doing anything. Ask her to lift something? She’ll strain and grunt and exclaim, “It’s soooooo heavy!” when five minutes before I watched her lift something three times as heavy without any effort. Ask her to count to 10? “I don’t know how” she’ll say even though she was counting to 30 earlier in the day. Ask her to kick a ball and she’ll make a large effort and miss the ball, falling to the ground in defeat, even though she’s an expert at kicking our soccer ball into the net.

Anytime she’s asked to perform on cue, it seems that she suddenly forgets how to do whatever it is you ask her to. This can be a real pain, especially when it comes to cleaning up her toys.

Every Wednesday I volunteer in Cordy’s preschool classroom. I like to help out her teacher, and it gives me a chance to see what Cordy’s doing at school, too. Recently they’ve had a student teacher helping out, and a few weeks ago she asked if she could do a full evaluation on Cordy to gain the practice she needs at this task. I agreed, but warned her that Cordy often likes to underperform.

As expected, Cordy tried to underperform on the first part of the evaluation. When asked if she knew her own name, she sighed “I don’t know” and continued the chain of “I don’t know’s” through the first several questions. Her preschool teacher, a woman Cordy respects, overheard this and sharply told her, “Cordy, you know your name! Answer the questions, you turkey.” At that point Cordy began to answer properly.

This week, the student teacher needed to do the other half of the evaluation, and this time she brought in candy as a reward. For each section Cordy completed, she was given a piece of candy. I watched her evaluation out of the corner of my eye while I helped the other kids with their art projects, wondering if the reward would convince Cordy to cooperate. From what I could tell she was answering most of the questions and doing what she was asked to do.

After I cleaned up, I wandered over to the corner of the room and stood out of Cordy’s sight to watch the remainder of the evaluation. At this point the student was showing Cordy a page words – all of them the names of colors, but all of them in black lettering, so there was no clue to the color name written. She asked Cordy to read each color’s name, and I immediately thought, Wow, she’s doing stuff way over Cordy’s head now…

Imagine my surprise when Cordy looked at the words and started naming them: “Red. Blue. Green. W…w..white. Bl…black. Pink. Yellow.” After naming nearly every color without any help, the page was turned and another page of words greeted her – each was a number spelled out, and they weren’t in order. Cordy got one without any problem, but then stumbled on the next one, because she expected two. She was getting tired and losing focus at this point, but she did manage to name about a third of the numbers with a little help.

Afterwards, I walked over to Cordy’s teacher and said, “I had no idea Cordy could read the names of colors! When did you teach her that?”

Her teacher also looked surprised and said, “We’ve never taught that yet, so she didn’t learn it from me.” We both laughed. “You know,” she added, “I think Cordy can read all of the days of the week, too. I’ve seen her looking at them and pointing to each one as she says the word. She knows a lot more than she lets on.”

The teacher’s aide overheard us, and said, “Just yesterday she read a word on another kid’s shirt. She pointed to his shirt and said ‘trouble’, which was the word written on his shirt.”

Apparently my daughter is starting to read and hasn’t bothered to tell anyone yet. We read books together every day, and I always point to words and ask her what they are, but she never knows. Why she would choose to be so secretive about this skill is a mystery to me, but she proved today that she can read several words, and she is pretty good at sounding out words she doesn’t know, also. The student teacher said she did great on all of the exercises – she’s a smart kid.

Now I wonder what else she knows that she’s holding back from telling us?

And I thought she was just looking at the pictures…
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