Personal Narrative: My Interview With Labor And Delivery

The region that I will be picking for this report is the Okanagan Valley in British Columbia. It is located in the southern part of the province. It is the second largest wine region with approximately 4000 hectares of vineyards (“Okanagan Wine”, n.d.). The region grows slight more red grapes compared to whites. According to a report by Bremmer (2014), white grape varieties represent 49%, whereas reds represents 51%. Some of the wines that are famous in this location include Merlot, Cabernet Sauvignon, Pinot Noir, Pinot Gris, Chardonnay and Cabernet Franc. This location is also suitable to produce icewine every year despite of the excellent cold climate conditions that it has. Each region has different climate and therefore has slightly

This past Thursday was the first OB clinical day and I was assigned the post partum unit. I was paired with Nurse Donna, who was full of information. Originally we had three couplets, with one baby in the nursrey. As the day went on and families were discharged, all our patients had gone home so we gained three other patients from two other nurses so they could go home for the day. I was able to give two moms their TDAP (tetanus, diptheria, and pertusis) vaccines and learned a new trick when it comes to giving intramuscular shots. Donna told me to have the patient hang her arm down by her side and wiggle her fingers. This not only had the patient concentrating on something other than the shot they were about to get, but it helped activate the

I sat at the kitchen counter, staring at the green cabinets and bowls of fruit. I wanted to play in tonight’s soccer game, but my mind was still foggy from the drugs I received in the hospital the day before. I didn’t want my teammates to see me like this. My hair was matted from where my head rubbed against the blue hospital pillow, and a wrinkled piece of clear tape secured a nasal feeding tube onto my cheek. I hated what the tube meant: that I was inadequate and that I couldn’t drink by myself. I was someone who insisted on doing everything on my own, and the thin, flexible tube was a physical reminder that I could not. My mom and dad lauded my bravery, but I dismissed them. I didn’t believe bravery was dictated by necessity.

Hey Nandi, just letting you know that you're a really amazing person. Honestly you're a unique person there is no other person I could meet on the planet that could out weight your personality. I've decided that since the day I was born, BAM, mother-child bond. You've always been a strong woman you've done everything from working two jobs, to go our every school events, and handling our family problems. You're extremely happy even in bad situations and your not afraid to show us discipline that has an impact. You're a woman of few words but when you do open your mouth something extraordinary comes out. You fight for us, love us, your kind to all people, help raise strong people by putting reality in front of us since we were little. The most valuable lesson you've taught me so far is, life's going to be extremely difficult at times but you have to be strong, because you are strong, you can fight, and if you go down swinging better make worth your while. Couldn't ask for a better woman in my life.

Becoming a mother changed my life in a very profound way. Due to my own upbringing, I was

The beginning of 2016 I had been talking to this boy named Rodney and we had been getting really serious with other about being in a relationship. April came and my mother did like the fact that I was staying with him; she wanted me to get on birth control because she didn’t want me to have any babies yet. I agreed to the birth control there were many to choose from I was scared of needle so I didn’t do it that way , I took the easy way and got the patch. With the patch you wear it for three weeks and the fourth week you have your period. Later that month Rodney took me to prom and we had so much fun with each other. We were really in a relationship by then, May is here now and I have just turned the Big 18. That means I

I believe that becoming a mother has made me a better person.Before I became a mother, the entire universe revolved around my needs and my needs only. I was the first born to my mother and the first granddaughter to my grandmother. I could do no harm. I was the golden child. Everything I could ever want or need was given to me with no hesitation. I never went without anything. To be honest, I was a brat. Before I became a mother, I didn’t know life in the slow lane. I lived my life in the Fastlane.I never worried about anyone else’sneeds but my own. I answered to no one. Before I became a mother, I felt as though there was no purposeto life. I felt like I had been just going with the motions. I felt as though I was watching everything pass by and I was standing still.

Alexus Casidy is out of her teenage years and now twenty, with a whole life ahead. The name Alexus may be a common but, the story of how it was picked, was not. Her father named her after a nurse at a Psychiatric Hospital, that he said was pretty. Not only did he name her after a nurse but, he chose the spelling of the car, Alexus. She grew up with her two younger siblings in Beloit WI, and I am yet to wonder if her sibling’s names have a comical story behind theirs as well. My peer went to high school at Beloit Memorial, graduating in 2015. Where she was an active cheerleading and softball player, also where she met her boyfriend, of three years, Ryan. Most don’t see that she is a mother, student, girlfriend, and employee; holding many different roles in all statuses. Alexus studies at UW Rock County and is undecided with fulfilling her dreams for becoming a children’s nurse or a teacher. Also, is hard-working employee at the factory Prent Corporation in Janesville, WI as an Inspector Packer. Where the money pays for the house her and her boyfriend own, with their one year old, Brooks.

In Charles Dickens novel, Oliver Twist, Dickens portrays the hardships of people in poverty during the Victorian era through Oliver and various characters throughout the novel. Oliver is born into a workhouse with no name where he is starved, beaten, and treated like a prisoner during the first ten years of his life. Dickens makes all his characters in the novel “…either a jailor or a prisoner, like Dickens himself both, the author and his turn key” (Lepore). Two characters that are both exemplified as prisoners throughout the novel are Oliver and Nancy. During Oliver’s younger years, he is under both the Parochial and Fagin’s reign. As for Nancy, she is depicted in certain ways as a

     With school budget cuts, and no music instruments, more and more people are beginning to realize the benefits of having music in education. Providing music as part of education helps develop intelligence that leads to greater success in school and in life. Everyone from VH1 Save The Music to The National Association For Music Education agree that, “Every student in the nation should have an education in the arts.” These two companies are doing everything they can to get out the information about music, and the importance of resorting music education as part of the core curriculum.

I appreciate the opportunity to provide care for an individual at the most intimate level.

Conducting the interview with a current registered nurse was very helpful and provided many insights relevant to my future professional practice. I feel like it has increased my awareness of how important communication is in the workplace, especially in developing therapeutic relationships.

“Come on Leroy, what is the worst thing that could happen? I mean, isn’t that the whole entire reason we took this gap year? I bet we could get some crazy footage and it would be really cool.”

May 28, 1997 is a day that I have thought about many times. At the time, I was unsure how I felt about the way I was treated; I realize now that I was facing discrimination. I was neglected, ignored and not given the same treatment as the woman in the next room. Sadly, the person who discriminated against me was my labor and delivery Nurse. My experience that evening should have been one of joy, excitement and celebration. Instead, I was treated like a dumb child, undeserving of happiness that delivering a baby brings.

In 2007 I accepted a job as a Social Service director in a local care home. At that time I had already been working in the medical field off and on for about 15 yrs. My job was to visit each patient once a week and make sure all there needs were being met by the facility and that they did not need for anything. The more I got involved with these patients the more I became interested in what is going on in there mind and why they do or say some of the thing they do , was it drug induced or was it just their mind getting tired from age. I began to get intrigued more and more with the way people's minds work and why they think the way they do or act the way they do. It was almost like I would start picking at their brain every time I met someone