Sometimes I wish I wasn't a nurse. I'm realizing it's happening more and more frequently.
I have been struggling to find a purpose in my profession. And I'd be lying if I told you I love going to work everyday.
Maybe I'm burnt out.
Maybe I'm just growing too accustomed to the hardships and heartbreak so many of my patients and their families experience.
Being a nurse isn't always what I thought it would be.
But some days God places pockets of peace throughout my shift. I am so quick to forget that He is always mindful of us.
This little mister and I quickly became friends. I'm not sure if it was his attack hugs, shouting my name from down the hall, sneaking him strawberry ice cream to share with grandpa, or watching his eyes light up when he heard his heart beat through my stethoscope.
But he stole my heart.
Thanks for all the love little man!
