Monday, June 20, 2011
Ever since I was little I’ve known that I was meant to be a nurse. Even before I became a Christian at 15 I knew that nursing would be my calling. God had a plan for me even before I accepted Jesus as my Savior. Now that I am older I know that my calling is to be a Nurse-Midwife, that my passion is helping women and children/babies through nursing. I know that my calling to be a nurse-midwife is long hard road, because there is not that many schools in the country that train Nurse-Midwives.
Other members of my family have also known that I was destined to be a nurse or some other health care professional. Every time someone was injured or needed a cut tended to I always wanted to help.
I always enjoyed playing “doctor” or “nurse.” Every time my cousins and I would play any type of game I always wanted to play the nurse, no matter what “game” we were playing. Since we always ended up playing cowboy and outlaws; we were not allowed to play cowboys and Indians, because with cowboys and Indians there is no clear cut bad guy. Me being a “nurse” seemed to fit, because I was the only girl and a bit of a tomboy. The seeds of wanting to be a nurse were planted early.
It was while doing research on my family tree that I discovered that my great-great grandmother was a lay midwife, meaning that even though she had no formal training or nursing school she became a midwife; trained by her mother-in-law it seems. I guess you could say that being a nurse-midwife is sort of in my blood, however I want go to school to be a nurse-midwife to become licensed to be able to practice. I am trusting God with His plan for me to come to pass in His timing.