Why I decided to be an RN by Rachael Bell

The decision came suddenly, albeit to took a while for me to act on it. I was 21, working as a financial consultant when finances were good and the housing market was on cloud 9. I was 7 months pregnant with my daughter and lived a mere 6 hour drive from my family, who resided in California. On a early Saturday afternoon, my father called and left a very casual message. "Your mother is having some trouble breathing and is in the hospital for a bit". I called back when I got off work and found out that his version of "trouble breathing" was her being intubated and in septic shock. She died 2 days after I arrived when we decided to end treatment. Her EEG had virtually no brain function, I would later learn this would be due to the fact she had long hours of such a low BP her end organs slowly died. 
On my second day in her ICU room, gowned from head to toe, a nurse in dark scrubs approached me and said "you must be the pregnant one from Arizona". I am a twin and can only assume my mother spoke to this nurse about her twins when she arrived at the hospital. I explained I had flown in from Az and I was pregnant with a girl. The nurse knew all this from a conversation she had with my mother before my mother was intubated. I learned this nurse came from the ER to check on my mom. It meant a lot to know that the nurse wanted to communicate with me that my mom had thought of me before she was sedated. This changed my life. 

Two months later, in June, I gave birth to my daughter. I was terrified and uneducated. At one point, they couldn't find my daughter's heartbeat on the monitor and had me move in various positions to try and find it. Explantions as to what was going on and what they were doing for my baby never happened. The birth of my daughter was a dark and lonely experience. Mainly because of the nurses. 
My mother's death was beautiful. The nurses and doctors were solemn, but open. My daughter's birth was frightening. The nurses hardly spoke, and never took the time to explain things. 
Both of these experiences lead to my decision to become a nurse. I had my daughter in June of 2005, and started part time classes in August of that year. I graduated a BSN program on 2013 and am an ER nurse now. 
Nursing is a calling. It is a desire to take care of the patient and the family. I hope that someday I can inspire patients and family members like that ER nurse inspired me.