Thursday, March 8, 2012

What Do You See, Nurses, What Do You See

My daughter has finished her CNA classes
and passed her written tests with flying colors.
Next Tuesday she takes her skills test
which is hands on in front of the test-giver.

We have spent a few nights at the college this week
so she can practice the skills.

This room is set up just like a hospital.
The room in the back is the nurses station.
There is another room just like this on the other side
of the nurses station also.


These manikins freaked me out a bit at first.
I kept thinking I needed to show them respect or something.
(not that we were disrespectful)
I did have to move this ones foot so I could 
sit on the end of her bed. 


She practiced making beds,

brushing teeth and cleaning dentures,

putting on Ted hose.

and, of course, the lovely bed pans.

She took our blood pressures,

and temperatures.
(this is a friend of hers who wants to take the class)

I am so proud of her.
Not just for taking the class,
but for what it has taught her.
She carries out these skills with confidence and maturity.

Seeing her like this
was one of those shock and awe moments
that parents get to have.



Her teacher gave her this poem.
I was so moved by it, I wanted to share.




See Me


What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
Are you thinking, when you look at me --
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply,
When you say in a loud voice -- "I do wish you'd try."

Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe,
Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.

Is that what you're thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, you're looking at ME...
I'll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still;
As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another,
A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet.
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet;
A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep;
At twenty-five now I have young of my own,
Who need me to build a secure, happy home;
A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last;
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn;
At fifty once more babies play 'round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead,
I look at the future, I shudder with dread,
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I've known;
I'm an old woman now and nature is cruel --
'Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where once I had a heart,
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again,
I think of the years, all too few -- gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last --
So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses -- see ME!

This poem was found among the possessions of an elderly lady who died in the geriatric ward of a hospital. No information is available concerning her -- who she was or when she died. Reprinted from the "Assessment and Alternatives Help Guide" prepared by the Colorado Foundation for Medical Care.


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19 comments:

Snooks said...

This is something that we all should read and take to heart. In this fast track life that we live it is so easy to not "see". Thanks for posting this.

TexWisGirl said...

i've read that poem before. so touching and very real.

congrats to your sweet daughter! good luck on her practical skills test!!!

Candy C. said...

Congratulations to your daughter, that must have taken a lot of studying and practice! I'm sure she will do well next week!
The poem is very touching, it should make all of us stop and look at the elderly with more respect.

Niece said...

Wow...how proud you must be of her, but how proud she must be of you! As her mom, you raised her to be a self-confident, independent, responsible adult woman.....Congrats to you both!

Nancy J said...

Mother's and daughter's pride in eachother, well done, and the poem, I reflect on My Mum whose mind was not the same, a dear friend who had Alzheimers, and another, and it is so true, underneath they are themselves, just in a different way. It takes great nursing skills to see this, to accept the changes and to help the patient along their path. Your daughter has these skills, I can see that.Enjoy your family and their achievements. Cheers from Jean

Jill said...

Congratulations to your very sweet and talented daughter. I wish her the best of luck on her skills test. I'm sure she will do very well. Good job, Mom!

Happier Than a Pig in Mud said...

Congrats to your daughter, this is a huge accomplishment! I know you're very proud:@)

Deb said...

so happy for your daughter...that is just awesome...

Chatty Crone said...

You must be SO proud of her. sandie

Randy said...

You sound so proud and you should be. Wonderful poem too.

Reena Walkling said...

What an awesome poem. The has chosen such a rewarding profession. I can see why you are a proud mommy!

Jennifer said...

That poem brought tears to my eyes... Great post. Way to go to your daughter. Good luck to her... you must be so very proud.

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

I'm confident your daughter will provide comfort to so many in the future!

Ronda said...

I love this and am so proud of the wonderful, giving people who become nurses. Congrats to your lovely daughter. You SHOULD be proud. My mother was a nurse and my daughter has just made the switch over, toward an R.N. license and her second bachelor's. Better that she found her heart now rather than going through life dissatisfied with her career!

Deb said...

Beautiful. Congrats! You have amazing daughters--but that is no surprise: look at their mom:-)

Buttons said...

I am so proud of your daughter so I know you are extremely proud. what a great calling she has. I found myself in hospital yesterday and was well looked after by nurses they are so under appreciated and so terribly busy.
I love that poem. It should be in the Doctors and Nurses handbook. They are always so busy and they work so hard but sometimes a patient just gets forgotten.
Cheers to all our nurses and future nurses.
Congratulations. B

Madge Bloom said...

Lovely poem.. good luck to your daughter!

Farmer's Wyfe said...

How proud you must be!! What a much needed read that poem was. I felt like I was a cranky mother today... needed to be reminded to treasure these little needy people. :)

Buttons said...

What a fantastic proffesion for your daughter to be entering there is no finer way to give back.
I love this poem as I watch my happy Mom go through the first steps with Alzheimers I am reminded of it often. She can be grumpy and this poem says it all. We will all be there. Great post. B