Monday, April 26, 2010

The Bill of Night Shift Nurses' Rights

1. All evening and early morning appointments should be offered to night shifters first. Nobody asks you to get up at 3 AM to go to the doctor.
2. It shall be prohibited for your place of employment to call at noon to see if you want to work that night. Nobody calls day shift workers at midnight "just to see".
3. If the sign says "Night Shift Worker Asleep Inside" DO NOT KNOCK OR RING THE BELL!
4. It is entirely appropriate for night shift workers to have a beer at 7:30 in the morning. For us, its early evening. We just finished a long hard shift and we need to unwind. Quit staring. What are we supposed to do, have a beer with dinner before we go to work? That wouldn't go over well with the patients...
5. Shananigans that go on at 2:30 in the morning (such as attacking co-workers with pre-filled syringes of normal saline) are an extremely necessary means of staying awake when the rest of the world is resting peacefully in their beds.
6. Any empty beds in the hospital are up for grabs.
7. Starbucks should make 3 am rounds. They'd make a fortune.
8. Any tricks played on the Day shift are simply a coping mechanism.
9. Anything that happens after 5 AM becomes a DSP (Day Shift Problem) by virtue of the fact that there's a lot more people around during the day to handle such things.
10. Staff Meetings at 9AM? Yeah, as if. See you tonight.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

The Drama Queen

Sofia is a major drama queen. I woke up from a sound sleep yesterday (it was 11:30 AM and I worked the night before, so I was sleeping) to the sound of Sofia screaming. Hugo was down there with her and I figured he probably had it under control, so I tried to go back to sleep. She continued to cry in various degrees of distress for about 45 minutes, so finally I went downstairs to investigate. Hugo informed me that she had scraped her knee on the sidewalk outside and was having a hard time moving on. He had kissed it, applied antibiotic ointment, given her tylenol and a sippy cup with milk all to no avail. He had her favorite program on the television, one she usually only gets to watch at bedtime. She was still freaking out.

My appearance on the scene did not help matters, I'm sorry to say. Her wails began again with new urgency. I cuddled her and fussed over her for a good hour to give Hugo a break, and then retired back to my room. After all, I had to go back to work that night. Later on that afternoon, I woke up to the sounds of her crying again. She had finally passed out from shear exhaustion, and upon waking from her nap the drama began once again. Good Lord! If you've ever seen a 2 year old limping you might know what I mean. It was adorable and pathetic.

She has used the experience to add a very important word to her vocabulary...booboo. For those who have heard her speaking in her own little language, I will try to approximate what she sounded like. "Diddly diddly BOO BOO, Mama. Deedly Deedly BOO BOO." Hopefully by the time I get home from work this morning she will be sufficiently recovered from her trauma. I love her in the morning. She almost always wakes up in a good mood. I certainly hope she retains that quality as she grows.