10 Tips for Highly Sensitive Nurses
Do you consider yourself a highly sensitive person? (HSP) Some would say that being highly sensitive can be a detriment in nursing, but I believe it\'s a positive. Finding ways to cope with your sensitively can transform it from a negative into a positive.
The Healing Power of Nature
I have felt the warmth of the sun on my face today. The simple pleasure of toes in the mud.
Love and Friendship Made in the Fire
Newborns, like the jar of baby bee cream that lingers forgotten in my junk drawer, smell of time passing too swiftly. The scent of kaolin clay and spanish moss remains in this last glass jar of many. It should have been disposed of by now, but to me it smells of days past, the essence of nostalgia gently calling to me.
For the Love of “Doing What Works” Parenting
If we believed in ourselves first – knew that we were capable of having a relationship with our kids because we’ve spent time talking to them and hearing them – the studies and articles and advice could come second.
Postpartum Depression – The Overwhelming Emotions Nobody Told Me Came With the Baby
The emotions I experienced after giving birth shocked me. I had never experienced anything of that intensity, or that out of control, in my life.
Dear Teacher, I Want To Say Thank You... And I Was Wrong
“Teachers do so much more than people ever see.”
I Came for the Job, I Stayed for the Calling.
Is nursing just a job? Or is it something more? I realized for me it\'s both. Some days it\'s just a job, but it\'s the calling that makes me stay. It\'s knowing that I\'m touching lives, not just bodies, that makes the difference.
Saving a new mother from death almost made me quit as a nurse
When a patient haemorrhaged after giving birth I realised I could make the difference between life and death – and dread set in
When Writing is the Only Thing That Gets the Dishes Washed
I write because when I attend to all the things I have to say, it becomes a beautiful testament to a life lived thoughtfully. It empties my brain of the wrecking balls that, when ignored, become migraines. I write because it helps me pay attention to the life before me that can be so fleeting. I give consideration to all the grace I’ve been given and I’m taken to a place of gratitude.
How I Made My Daughter’s ADHD All About Me and Almost Missed It
Where does she end and I begin? Why can I tell myself in my head that her immense vocabulary and fantastic comprehension count, yet in my heart her ability to sound out three-letter words is all that matters?