Child Reflection Paper

Echalarraia daughter and ensured her that I didn’t take part in any abusive care of her father. I simply stated that he was never under my care, I never changed his diaper or let alone had any type of abusive relationship with Mr. Echalarraia. The only physical contact I have ever had with Mr. Echalarraia was June 14,2015 before the proposed incident happened at about 9:00 pm when I was conducting my rounds when Mr. Echalarraia daughter saw me and asked if I could help her with her father whose head was facing the end of the bed. The daughters as well as twelve other family members were present in the room. When I was informed of the proposed incident I asked Mr. Echalarraia daughter to come to the nurses’ station and repeat what she recently told me to the head nurse and the supervisor. She was slightly fearful of coming with me to the nurses’ station but I assured her its okay and if her father told her something that an investigation must follow. I alone went to the nurses’ station because she refused and explained to them the proposed incident. Afterwards I went back to the room and asked again if Mr. Echalarraia daughter would come with me to the nurses’ station and she decided she would come along. Then Mr. Echalarraia daughter came and recited the proposed incident to the head nurse and

The clinical experience I wish to reflect on was on 5100 postpartum at the Royal University Hospital (RUH). The patient involved was not directly my patient, but I had worked with her quite a bit, and she shared a room with my patient, who was directly involved. She is a young mother who is 18 and just gave birth to her second child. She was placed on alert by child protective services and her newborn was apprehended as soon as it was delivered. The babe was premature and placed in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, and the mom was placed in the postpartum unit. What bothered me about this patient is that she was placed in a room with my patient who had her newborn with her, while this young woman recently had her baby apprehended. For me working

The Intermediate Level Care unit, an intensive care unit, is a unit that specializes in long term chronic illness, most of the patients were on ventilators and required large amount of resources. I was working the night shift and was the charge nurse due to call offs. It was only my third week in the unit, when I received an order for a terminal wean. The patient had a chronic illness and had been on a ventilator for the past six weeks and did not show any signs of improvement; in fact, every time the weaning process would begin, it would have to be discontinued due to the patient’s oxygen saturation levels dropping which in turn caused the patient to struggle to breath. I was okay with the order and knew the patient would be more comfortable with morphine infusing. The night was going well until I received a phone call from the patient’s family. Initially they decided to go home and asked to be contacted when the patient had passed. During the phone call, they inquired if they would be permitted to return to the hospital so that they could be with their father throughout the process. Up until this point, I had never been asked that question. I told them they were more than welcome to return to the hospital and sit beside their father until he passed. The order I had was to titrate the morphine to patients comfort level. The family arrived and very quietly sat in the room holding the

I wish I was told what I was going through physically and emotionally throughout my childhood. This is a paper about my life and I will incorporate the course material throughout this assignment. I remember when I was around 5 years old when my brother accidentally cut off his finger with a small saw. We were doing yard work and were all helping and I turn around to see my little brother with a small saw. He pressed the button which turned on the machine and there his finger was on the grass. I was so shocked to see what had happened and I screamed for mom and dad. He was in so much shock that he didn’t even move. It was so bloody that I almost passed out because I felt so queasy. Sigmund Freud would say that was a traumatic experience for

November 28, 2016 was the day my life drastically changed for the better. It was the day I had my son. From finding out I was pregnant, to going through all three trimesters and enduring all the horrifying pains of labor and contractions but the pain quickly vanished as soon as I held my baby boy in my arms and heard his very first cry. All of the tribulations of being pregnant and giving birth was completely worth it, as tears ran down my cheeks, I was unaware that love this strong and completely unconditional existed until now.

My patient was a 29-year-old female who was 34 weeks pregnant and brought in by EMS for a drug overdose. She had been found down outside of an apartment building with various needles, legal and illegal drugs. There was not much report from the EMS, just that she had a high heart rate in the 110s and noncompliant with questioning. After hearing that I would be receiving this patient, I honestly was angry. Frist, because of that innocent baby that she was surly about to have. Second, was fear because I had no clue where to go with this situation. There was much discussion with the other staff as to the safety of this patient coming to the ED because of how far long she was. However, she was stable from the labor and delivery aspect and was bound to our unit.

The post-partum section of the women’s department is dedicated mostly for women who have already given birth. Although they have a labor and delivery room set up just in case any surprise or emergency births occur. I was told in my orientation that this room is rarely used and if it does get used than the most of the nurses will be working with that mother in labor. When I came into the hospital to volunteer, I noticed that the room was occupied and the nurses were working on the laboring mother. Since I am not qualified to help out the nurses during this situation, I went to my post at the nurse’s station and watched the phone that is linked to the other patient rooms.

During my placement at the Liverpool Women’s Hospital for my obstetrics and gynecology, I attended a clinic specifically dealing with multiple pregnancies. One of the patients (Miss X) was referred to the clinic to have a routine ultraound scan. She attended the scan with her partner and parents. Her last scan had identified that the amniotic fluid surrounding each foetus was unequal; a possible indication of twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome (TTTS). The specialist nurse conducting the scan was known to the family since she had delivered the mother herself, thus there was a level of trust and raport between the family and the specialist nurse. The ultrasound scan revealed that the amniotic fluid surrounding the foetuses was still unequal, and

During my clinical rotation, my nurse was picking up a day shift and asked if I wanted to follow along that day and of course I agreed because I wanted to see the difference between a day shift and a night shift on the labor and delivery unit. There was a C-section scheduled that day and my nurse happened to be the nurse with that patient, which was great for me because I got to experience a C-section for the first time. The infant was born about 4 weeks early but was never once offered to the mom for skin-to-skin contact but immediately taken away to the NICU

I learned a few things though from this incident about the importance of communication and making sure that what you say is understood by whomever you are talking to. If the person you are speaking to doesn’t understand, it is next to impossible for anything to be communicated. I learned that it doesn’t hurt to say important things multiple times, just to make sure that they are understood completely. I also learned that even if it takes a while, it is important when meeting the nurse that I will be with for the day, it is important to make sure that I clearly say everything that I can and cannot

By taking this class, I have learned about the stories of our childhood and how they affect us in many ways. They allow for children and adults to connect with one another while reading a certain story. This allows both the parent and the child the ability to wind down from a stressful day just by reading. I learned about how stories make us who we are and help us escape into a different reality. Stories can elicit emotional responses from us, help us deal with certain problems in our lives, and give us the chance to empathize with certain characters who are like us. Bedtime stories allow us to use our own imagination which allows us to travel to various places without even moving an inch from where we are sitting. I have also learned how bedtime stories from our childhood help us realize what we value and what our morals are. Therefore, this class has taught me about the books of our childhood and how it helps strengthen our imagination just by reading little black marks on a piece of paper.

I am reaching out in hopes to gain assistance in providing necessary transportation for my special needs son, Riley Wright. We are currently in need of a conversion vehicle in order to safely transport Riley and his wheelchair. I submit our story as humbly as I know how, in hopes to be able to raise enough funds to achieve our goal.

For most of my elementary and middle school career, I averaged about two or three absences in a given week. I hated class, didn’t understand why I had to be there all the time if I could come every other day and still get A’s. While this may have been true, albeit arrogant, I now see how I had misunderstood. It took me until my sophomore year of high school to realize how passionate I actually am about it. It was then, with the aid of two specific teachers, that I realized how the most noble and honest thing one can pursue in life is knowledge and education. These two history teachers, good friends to each other, not only taught me about the history of the world and how relevant it is to life today, but also taught me the two most important lessons I’ve learned up to this point.

My grandparents still live in the house built by my grandfather in a farming village in the outskirts of Lianyuan in central China. To this day, my grandma still carries home two large buckets of well water balanced by a beam across her back. My impression of my grandparents was that of stoic figures able to tolerate significant physical hardships. During my most recent trip to the village, my grandmother revealed that my grandfather had been struggling with extreme itching all over his body. Based on their geographical location, access to health care was poor and my grandfather compensated with folk remedies that were of little efficacy. Additionally, grandfather was severely restricting his food intake out of fear that certain foods would worsen the itching. At that time, I just completed my first year of medical school. I had just learned about pruritis and the histamine cascade. Was it an allergic reaction, or was it something more insidous, such as kidney failure? I had a few Benedryl pills in my backpack and I gave the instruction to my grandfather to take as needed for symptomatic relief. I was not sure if it will work and made a note to look more into it once I arrive in Canada. After a few days of leaving Lianyuan, I received a call from my grandparents that for the first time in two years, my grandfather finally had relief from his itching and was able to tolerate the foods he had previously enjoyed.

Every religion has different beliefs. I personally am Catholic, so we believe in some things that other people do not. Since I am Catholic we believe in having Godparents; it is almost like having a second set of parents, but they do not live under the same roof. Having Godparents is like having backup parents. If your parents pass away the Godparents would raise you and take care of you. Godparents are the ones who are supposed to help children understand things about God and their religion. They also make sure children are going down the right path in life. Sometimes I still question: What is the correct path in life? There are a variety of different paths that I could take, but sometimes I do not know which one is the perfect one; this is when my Godparents help me discover which path is the one for me.