Final Post

At first, I thought I would write about babies mainly because theyre precious and I cant help but making a dying cat-like screech noise when I see a little baby. As time has gone on, I've started to notice the more meaningful reason for choosing this topic. I've always had a problem with the concept of love. There is no one way to define it and it means something different to every person. Whether it's your parents love, or loving a pet or even a romantic type of love with a boyfriend/girlfriend or spouse. No one has the exact same definition of love. However, this is why it is so powerful to me. Love is all around at all times.

 I believe the love between a mother and child is unbreakable, and after a story i recently read about a set of twins, sibling love can be even more powerful. The story is about a set of twins and one is very sick. The twins are separated but a nurse moves the babies to be together. The healthy one throws its arm around his sick sister and after a couple of days together, the sister starts to get healthier. The love between these two babies was strong enough to cure a prenatal baby. I think love shouldn't be searched for, rather experienced.

Looking for love is like looking for the wind. You can't see it directly, but you can see how it effects things around it. In the Bible, which is based off of faith, says "and now these three  remain: Faith, Hope, and Love, but the greatest of these is Love." - 1 Corinthians 13:13. It still amazes me how someone could give up the only thing he had to give to his enemy. That is true love to me. Dying for someone to save them. I think it's blind love. Coming from a divorced home, believing in love was harder than high school, until it hit me like a pound of bricks. Love isn't that perfect boy or girl that brings you flowers and chocolate everyday. It's the people you spend your life with. It's your mom and your dad and your brothers and your friends. They may get on your last nerves sometimes, but you never know how short life can be until love is taken from you. My mom got diagnosed with a type of breast cancer on Saturday and I never thought about what it would be like without her. I always assumed everyday was promised, when its actually not. I didn't realize how much I could love my mother until I had to think about losing her. They say you never know what you have until it's gone, but I think that's for you to decide. You can open your eyes to love around you and live for it or you can close your eyes to it and live your life plainly and boring.

NICU Baby and His Dying Mother

Some say the bond between a mother and child is stronger than any other emotional bond. Some believe it's a chemical produced in the body while the mother is carrying her unborn child, called oxytocin, and some believe its just a love so strong because they've relied on each other so much for so long. Either way, the bond is amazing and unlike any type of love imaginable.

A story about a NICU nurse carrying a baby to his dying mother shows how strong the love actually is. In the story, the mother is dying and in a coma. The NICU nurse has been working for 20 years in that field, and decided to get permission to take the baby to the mother on the mothers last day. The nurse describes how she took the baby's swaddle off so he was only in a diaper and laid the baby's bare skin on the mother's bare chest and wrapped the mothers arms around her baby boy. The infant's father was in the room and as the nurse swaddled the baby so she could take him back to the NICU, he saw one big tear roll down the mothers motionless face.

The mother passed away a few hours after that, but it's comforting to think that she passed away knowing her baby boy was going to be alright, and knowing she got to spend a few of her last moments holding him in her arms. No one knows what caused the last tear, nor will we ever, but some like to hope it was caused from overwhelming joy brought to the mother from her baby son.

http://thestir.cafemom.com/baby/159990/nicu_nurse_shares_heartbreaking_story

First Essay

My idea for my first project started with the use of drugs and how they effect peoples daily lives. I quickly changed from this topic because the deeper meaning to the use of drugs is how they make you feel. Some people take drugs doctors prescribe them to make them feel better physically, but some take them not prescribed to make them feel better mentally. I'm not sure how yet, but I want to help people everyday when I'm older.

I've thought about being an Army nurse, but I wouldn't want to be away from my family for that long of time. I've also thought about being a doctor, but that much time in med-school would take away time from being able to live out what I actually love doing. I've decided I want to be a Neonatal Nurse. These nurses work in the Intensive Care Unit for babies. People have asked me if I can handle it, but in reality, most of the babies live. They might have difficulties, but I would want to know that I did everything I could to make them well.

I followed a few doctors around for interim, and I ended up following a Neonatologist around one day. I got to see how the babies and families were treated, and how the nurses dealt with the babies. They have to wash their hands before they touch a baby and right after, to prevent infection. They also have soothing baby noise makers around. I asked one nurse about it and she said she didn't know if it helped the babies or the nurses more. The job, I can imagine, is emotionally and physically draining, but beyond worth it. I can't imagine spending my day with anything I love more.