My Life In The Hospital Sagrado Corazon De Jesus

My second clinical day took place on September 24th, 2015 at Saint Barnabas Hospital in Livingston, New Jersey. My preceptor Maria Brilhante, MSN, RN, allowed me to observe the morning huddle that took place with all the nurse managers that are in the hospital. The purpose of this huddle was to keep the director of nursing informed about the census on each unit. I found this processed to be very uniformed and professional because the DON was engaged. The day went on with me attending meetings on how managers could implement plans to contain cost for the hospital. Maria did her daily rounds on her patients and her nursing staff. She has a folder that contains papers on how each nurse is progressing from the time they get off orientation. Her motto to the nurses is, “You are good at what you do, so when I coach don’t take offense. I am only trying to get you to be great”. This boost their confidence which I thought to be important.

My grandfather Frailan Sendejo’s father Gregorio Sendeja would take him to work in the fields every summer. So, just like his father, my grandfather got married and had my father Enrique Sendejo and worked in the fields every summer just like they did with him. My father said to me “My dad and I went to multiple states like North Dakota, South Dakota, Minnesota, and Wisconsin.” (Sendejo) It was tough for my father because he never got to go to a full year of school, he had to leave during the school year and then come back late in the next school year. My father told me “Some summers were harder than others because I would go on a bus to another state and work without my parents to pick cucumbers.” (Sendejo) He also said ”I had to walk on my knees all across the fields and back to help support my family, and I would only get paid $40 for the day.” (Sendejo) When he went back to Crystal one year he went to school and met my mother Gina Sendejo. My father was going to have to leave to the fields again, so my mother decided to go with him. Though, after a few years they decided to stop migrating up North to focus on their careers and family. I never realized how difficult it was for my father to get to be the person he is today, but I’m glad that he and my mother brought me to where I am today, so I can continue to share their

From the ages of 8- 14, I lived in a very volatile home. Coming home from school, I never knew if it was going to be a quiet day in my house or if the entire house would be engulfed in screaming. I dreaded the weekends, that meant that everyone was going to be home. Everyone home meant that things could easily go up to flames in just a millisecond. I tried my best to never be home, I would spend the days with my friends. I knew that when I got home there was a 90% chance of everyone fighting. One day in the summer of 2012, things got too heated, and my mom finally decided to move. We packed up everything in a few hours while my stepfather was at work. We moved into my best friend’s home for a few days until we found an apartment within the school district to move into.

Before I turned four years old, my mother and I moved to join my father in Berwyn, Illinois. My sister ended having to stay back a couple of months so that she could finish her school year. We arrived to a nice apartment in the suburbs, it was a complete scenery change than what I was use to. Everyone seemed to have giant yards, bright green grass, large fences, and freshly painted houses. Back in Fresnillo, we had our large home, but it was rare for houses to have such large yards, so close to the heart of the town. From the time of the move until my first year in kindergarten, I had a bit of time to adjust, watching cartoons in English, I am not quite sure how I picked it up but I did. At that time my mother only spoke Spanish, my father is bilingual, but he would speak to us in Spanish.

I was borned in a small village call San Bartolome Quialana located in Southeastern Mexico. It is best known for its indigenous peoples and cultures. Here, in San Bartolome Quialana, women proudly cover their heads with multicolored chews and protect their satin dress with their gauze blouse and bib garments, each made with their own hands. The fabric is reserved for the women who also work in the fields. I mostly grew up with my mother Guadalupe,Smirna and Friedy. My brother being 14 years and my sister 12. In San Bartolome Quialana I grew up speaking an indigenous language call Zapoteco. I lived in a bigger house there but didn't have any warm water, nor a shower. Our kitchen didn't have a stove we made our own tortilla in a comal. My

When I made thirteen years old we had move to Lake Charles Louisiana, my mother had gotten a better job and a new house. Only part I didn’t like was my mother boyfriend move with us to Lake Charles and that I had to make new friends because I didn’t know anyone out there. I started 7th Grade when we move to Lake Charles and I wasn’t happy about it because I had friends in Crowley and didn’t want to move. My first day at Oak Park Middle School I was very quiet because I didn’t know anyone or had family members there. There was this girl name Barbara Thompson who had came sat with me for lunch because I was sitting by myself and she introduce herself to me . I was very happy she came sit with me instead of me sitting alone by myself, then that’s

Now it was time to say goodbye to the house, and move back to California where most of the family were at. When I moved to California I moved to Salinas at the time I was in 3rd grade at a school called Kamman. My favorite teacher was my 3rd grade teacher her name was Mrs. Vierra she was a nice lady. My least favorite teacher was Mrs. Cunov she got frustrated at us really easily, and picked her nose right in front of us it was gross. In 5th grade I had a teacher named Mr. Spencer he was my favorite male teacher because he was the man that taught the class to make paper airplanes. It was fun because it made class so much more interesting. In the beginning of the year I attended at Kamman then a few weeks later I moved to Monterey where I attended the rest of middle school at the Monterey Bay Charter

My life as Adriana Torres started on June 15, 2001. It was kind of odd because when i was born my parents said i was born exactly at the time of 6:15 am. They thought it was a coincidence that my birthday is 6.15.01 and i was born at 6:15 am. My name Adriana, came from the spanish origin. I was born in Dallas, Texas, which is also where i have been growing up. I am hispanic. In my family there are 5 other people not including me, which are my two older brothers and my older sister, then my two parents.

The environment in which i was raised on was a pretty and calm back then. I came from a not rich or medium class but a low class. That place was that i was raised where i came from is mexico matamoros tamaulipas not a really good or great place now but where i lived was the best place ever. lived there all my childhood until i was six. My parents wanted a better future for me a better education a better life for me so we moved to the united states. I still had my both parents and in still do except at that time we had bad economic situations. My dad had to head up north and look for a job in florida i didn’t want him to go especially because it would be hard for me not being able to see him. Sometimes i wouldn’t see my dad for a year or two

It was July 25th, 2003 when the first Ciudadana was born, seven pounds three ounces at 3:28 pm. I was the joy of my parent’s, brother, tias, tios , and primos ( aunt’s, uncle’s, and couisins. I was the one that had a chance, first generation. My parents describe it as an emotional experience. I was my Father’s first child and my moms only girl. It was in that room where history was made for the Mora Hernandez Morales Martinez family. The hardest part is that none of my grandmothers were there to see me growing up, they were at “home”

I was just a small town girl living in Grants, New Mexico. There is a saying that if you blink you will miss it driving down the highway. I was born and raised in Milan; it was just a little portion of Grants. My entire mom’s side of the family lived close by us and my dad’s side of the family was in Espanola, except for my grandma Yolie my dad’s mom. I grew up knowing almost everyone in that small town. The challenge in living in Grants was there were no available jobs. My parents had to drive back and forth to and from Albuquerque. As I was in kindergarten through second grade I would stay at my auntie’s house early in the morning or with my grandma while both my parents were in Albuquerque. Family was everything to me or at least what I

My grandmother Donicia was the first of the family to build a house in Penion Blanco, Durango Mexico and from my three years they took care of me almost all weekends. When I was 14 my mom decided that we move beyond and lived for three years in the field. When I returned to the city cost me much return to get used to the noise, cement and small spaces. Now, in retrospect, strange and almost need to go back to that House and that life which made from my largely what I am today. I remember that in the seven years I woke up well early to see deer eating from the garden of my grandmother at dawn.

When summer season ended, we sometimes head to Cancun, where one of my aunts lived. Mami Rosa would help her take care of her small kids that weren't in school yet, while my aunt went to work in the huge offices. Cancun was a magnificent business city where the school was different than the villages. Here we had to wear uniforms, take English classes, and the school had many teachers and classrooms. The school couldn't be compared to the village school, and the children treated me differently because I came from a small town. I didn't make many friends because most of the kids in my classes didn't want to play or talk to me and they would even call me

February 6th, 1950 at Cedars of Lebanon Hospital at 6:07pm my mom gave birth to precious little me! Natalie Maria Cole 7lbs 11oz. I am the first born child to my mom and dad. But my parents adopted my mom’s daughter because she was an orphan. Her mom died of tuberculosis and her dad died when she was 3 years-old. Her name is Carole, aka Cookie! When my mom adopted Cookie she realized she was pregnant with me. When I was first born I was a very chubby, or a happy baby. And I didn 't learn how to walk till I was 1 ½ years old.

“Bethlehem began as a small institution only catering to only a handful of inmates at once.” The word Bedlam means a state of uproar, confusion, chaos, and anarchy. It earned it’s name as the most famous mental institution in history: “The Hospital of Saint Mary of Bethlehem”, London England. The hospital was commonly called Bedlam , but had many nicknames such as Bethlehem Royal Hospital and Europe’s oldest psychiatric hospital and has operated continuously 500 years and was not originally started as a hospital , it was supposed be be some sort of religious house . In 1330 AD , a large hospital was built and eventually became the infamous Bedlam . (http://www.bible.ca/psychiatry/psychiatry-history-bedlam-bethlem-bethlehem.htm)