Personal Narrative: A Walk Through The Children's Hospital

I was really proud of myself yesterday. I finally got the chance to get practice using IV pumps. I have been wanting to get practice with them for a long time, but never had the opportunity to. I was definitely nervous about it because I’ve never used the IV pumps, and I had no idea of what to expect. I think I did well with them pumps, and I think I didn’t show my nervousness. This week I do believe I made some improvements in areas where I needed to improve in. This week when my patient received a new medication, I was on top of getting the medication administered. The last time I was in Newberry I did not make my patients new order a priority like I should have. I am learning how to receive information from my nurse and determine its prority.

When I was nine years old, I was very sick, and I had to stay in the hospital. I have very few memories of the hospital, but I do faintly recall a few calming faces as I lay in a hospital cot. These calming appearances were the doctors and nurses of the hospital. During my stay, I interacted with the hospital staff which was made up of nurses and physicians. The main reason why I didn’t feel scared about my condition was due to the trust I had in the abilities of my doctors and nurses.

In addition to the early encounters of frequently having to attend the doctor’s office, the start of my eighth grade year came the beginning of a new challenge. The

A music box like sound twinkled with a bright tune throughout the hospital. Its tune was heard from the quiet and calm patient rooms, through the long white hallways, and to the comfortable hospital lobby where I stood waiting. I wonder what that sound was? Well, who cares? I’ve got other things to worry about. It was my first day of volunteering at the Fountain Valley Regional Hospital. The first tasks I was assigned were to greet, to help, and to escort visitors to their destination. My shaky hands were clasped together in an attempt to stay calm. Jeez I hope I don’t get lost while escorting a visitor.

My home has been a place of many medical incedents. My mother has had countless operations before i was old enough to understand. I was three years old for her first one, and I tried to be the a good son. I hoped that if I loved her enough, her surgery would go well and shed be ok. When i had gotten older, i had become much more fearful for her welbeing, but my grandmother was always there to calm ma down and not lose it.

A unique experience that I had at Norton Women’s and Children’s Hospital was that we also covered labor and delivery and the mother-baby unit. Most of our programming and interventions on these units involved bereavement and grief support, sibling education/support, and memory/legacy making. From my coursework and volunteer experiences at the University of Charleston, South Carolina, I had a solid foundational background with grief and bereavement through our child life courses, our death and dying course, our experiences with Shannon’s Hope, and our experiences with Rainbows. A family is forever changed when there is a loss of a family member, specifically a child (Pearson, 2005). A parents reaction to the death of a child greatly differs

When doctors’ appointments arrived I went with her during the dire school hours. I had it set it stone that I would be there every step of the way. Eventually the visits started getting shorter because the lovely nurses would sit down and chat with me a bit. Lying in that blue beds with a light blue rob on was my mother getting pricked with sliver needles. She looked like a star in the rough. A smile was always on her face.

It was a normal day during my first year of Jr. High when the pediatrician told us to head to the hospital because something didn't look right with my blood pressure. I remember hearing something about 150 over 104. I had no idea what it meant, and as soon as she told us this, we immediately called my mom to let her know what was going on. Scared half

I never thought i’d see my mom in a lot of pain she couldn’t really walk a lot or stand up and work without her legs hurting so much. My mom had to have 4 surgeries. I hate when we went out and my mom couldn’t come with us because her leg would be hurting so much or if she did come with us she couldn’t handle the pain. It made me so sad seeing my mom like that so we would take her to the doctors every day so they can check her and do what they can to help her. So that’s when she have two hip replacement one on her knee and on her toe. It affected me because I had already lost my dad and i didn’t wanna see my mom gone either. I started working and helping my mom out while she wasn’t working helping to pay rent and stuff. I learned that it was hard having your parents have something wrong with them. I did so much to help my mom out and i still do now. I learned a whole lot from this anything could happen to someone any day without you knowing until you get a

When I was four paramedics saved my life. When I was six my mommy was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. Hospitals were not out of the norm to our family. By that time, I understood how vitally important medical practice is to our lives.

No matter how stressed or upset I feel, every time I step into the Children's Hospital of Orange County those feelings all seem to melt away. Here out of all places I find so much life and energy. Even when things are a little difficult, my "buddies" inspire me to keep going. My time spent learning their likes, dislikes, hopes, fears, and dreams drives me to try to make even the smallest difference in their lives and those of other

This fear engulfed me for a long time, the vasovagal episodes challenged me and I knew I had to overcome this. My parents supported me and I subconsciously started desensitization by volunteering at hospitals as a young teenager. Eventually, my insatiable curiosity of how the human body functions and my strength to make empathetic connection with people gave me the confidence and conviction to pursue Medicine.

Keep all follow-up visits as told by your child's health care provider. This is important.

I was exposed to medicine at an early age due to my frequent illnesses and infections. One urinary tract infection became too much to handle and I developed a 104 degrees fever. My parents rushed me to the emergency room and the physicians discovered that my infections were attributed to vesicoureteral reflux. From this, I developed a close relationship with my pediatrician and the doctor’s office became a place I was accustomed to and comfortable with.

Despite being a doctor, my mother always tried not to use drugs as much as possible. Whenever my brother or I got sick, she treated us with natural remedies not only to improve