MommaSyn
4/12/11 Not a good day emotionally
Apr 12, 2011
Last night my eldest son hit his head on a brick wall and ended up in the ER. He has a hematoma (goose egg) about the size of a lemon on the left back of his head. He hit the brick wall so hard he had a small trauma seizure and was unconscious until he woke up in the ambulance. It was an accident that happened when he and some friends were goofing off. We rushed to the hospital an hour away. I brought him home. The nurse in me took over. I checked his neuros and vitals every 4 hours and had him answer questions. Last night he was confused. This morning he was confused and his pupils were fixed. The light hurt his eyes. His BP was lower than it should have been. I was concerned as a mother and as a nurse. He had a CT scan last night and it was clear of any hemorrhaging. The doctor said he would be okay by Wednesday morning. I agreed but kept my eye on him anyways. When I was concerned that he wasn't coming back fast enough and thought he should stay until tomorrow morning, he protested. I expected this. Then he went off on me. Told me that I only work with old people and that young people react differently and bounce back faster. While some of that is true, he does not see me as he does the hospital nurses. His mom can't be that smart. "You're not a brain nurse mom. You work with old people." I reminded him that sometimes old people fall and hit their heads and that I do the same things I was doing with him to them. That wasn't good enough. Just because I work in a nursing home, I'm not good enough to monitor him and I worry too much. It hurt me deeply, to think that my own son looked down on me because I work in a nursing home and have done so for 25 years. Yes it is a different type of nursing than hospital nursing, but the knowledge is the same. I have to know what I am doing in order to take care of them. I have to have the same training. I have to take the same tests. I have to pass the same boards. I spoke with my husband about this privately. He told me that our son was just being hard headed and has to be right all the time. Don was at work when this happened and did not hear the tone and the comments. Why should I have to defend myself and my title, position and experience to my own child? Maybe Don is right and I am over reacting. But the feelings of hurt aren't going away. Don took him back to the college tonight. I didn't go with them. My son's last words to me were "Mom, you worry too much." Maybe I do. His hematoma has gone down; his vitals are better and he isn't as confused but earlier today was a different story. I just have to get this off of my chest and let God handle this. I still love my son. I forgive him for hurting me. I can't let it bring my self-esteem down. I see my nursing as a ministry to make the elderly comfortable and happy in the few years they have left. I care for them and about them. I work hard to make sure they get the right medications, that any illnesses are dealt with appropriately and that they get better as soon as possible. I treat my residents with kindness and compassion. Thanks for listening and letting me get this off my chest.
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Cook, MN
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03/21/2011
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Mar 29, 2011
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