a long while back ago, probably close to a year, I read this blog post written by a young lady who was a student nurse, and pregnant.
She opined, at that time, that being a mother made one a better nurse.
I am not going to link to that, or her, because, frankly, she wasn't open enough back then to acknowledge my comment on her blog that (gently) begged to differ. It could have been an opportunity for a very interesting conversation. Her loss.
But now, here I am, a year later. (ish). Pregnant.
Am I a better nurse because I am having a biological child?
No. Do I expect I will be after Mustang Boy is born?
A good nurse is just that. A good nurse. Compassion doesn't suddenly become a part of your personality when you have a child. My compassion for my patients did not change when I began to co-habitate with MM, and MG, either.
I am readressing this now because for some reason I was thinking about this as I was (attempting) to fall asleep last night. It obviously still bothers me. For the first time in a long time I went and looked at the young lady's blog. She is a wife of a military man, and a mother (obviously). She still hasn't completed nursing school, or taken her boards. Life happens, I understand that.
I hope, if and when she begins her practice as a nurse, she realizes that childbearing does not beget good nursing or compassion...
In the meantime, I do, officially, call bullshit, in every capacity...