Once upon a time, a five-year-old girl drew a picture labeled When I Grow Up….I want to be a nurse. Her mother tucked it away, forgotten in a box of childhood relics. It would resurface years later when that girl was in nursing school and hung with honour above her desk to combat the fear that she couldn’t do it.Her first nursing instructor had taken her aside, probably thinking she was being helpful, she suggested that since that girl cried very easily she should consider a different career.
The girl dug her heels in. It wasn’t the first time she’d been told she cried too much. It would take years for her to embrace the highly sensitive and empathetic side of her nature, but in the meanwhile, she set out to prove that she was not only cut out to be a nurse but a good one.
That girl is now a mom to three small people. She has worked Pediatrics, Emergency, Neonatology, and Labour and Delivery. She currently works in the NICU and is completing her Lactation Consultant certification. She probably still cries too easily but she’s learning that fighting who we are is much more work than embracing it.
She can be found scrolling through old Instagram pictures of her kids, reading people’s NICU and birth stories, or listening to old hymns redone, and of course crying, but also nursing on. She has a soft spot for the moms at work when they are crying and if she walks away, it’s probably because she’s trying not to cry too.
Her name is Jenn and she’s glad you’re here. Let’s talk about the things that make us cry. Nurse stories, mom stories, breastfeeding challenges and the occasional book review. What it’s like being a highly sensitive person and a nurse, or a mom. Let her tell you about how the one thing she was most ashamed of in life, her tears, became the thing she learned to love about herself, little by little.