One Year In

So it’s been exactly one year since I started at Rex. One year of twelve-hour shifts, tiny patients with big personalities, and learning that my heart can break and fill up at the same time.

One Year In

Yesterday a seven-year-old told me I was her favorite nurse, and I had to excuse myself to the supply closet to ugly-cry for a solid five minutes. This job wrecks you and saves you in equal measure. The kids who get better make you believe in miracles. The ones who don’t… well, they teach you about strength you didn’t know you had.

Morning coffee and quiet thoughts

Marcus found me this morning at the kitchen counter, still in yesterday’s scrubs, trying to process it all. Some days I feel like I’m flying by the seat of my pants, and other days I look at these kids and think maybe I was meant for this.

Processing the year through writing

The coffee helps. The writing helps more.

The little things that ground you

Here’s to year two. And stronger supply closet doors.