Angels in white's touching story

It was no accident that I joined the ranks of nurses.

When I was in primary school, there lived an aunt who was an ophthalmologist upstairs. All the adults and children in the building gave her a unified name-Zhouyi. Almost the whole building, as long as there is a little problem, will go to Zhou Yi. Zhou Yi is not a doctor, but the old neighborhoods have a special trust and even a dependence on her. Old people always say that old nurses have no less clinical experience than doctors. The children in the building and I were once the subjects of voluntary diagnosis by Zhouyi. When someone is unwell, the first reaction is not to go to the hospital, but to knock on the door of Zhouyi.

Probably a very introverted girl in the eyes of her parents when she was a child. In the present words, I am honest. All parents have a realistic hope for the most honest child in the family, that is, they hope that this child can live a stable life, not particularly excellent, nor particularly mediocre. At that time, my mother educated me with Zhouyi. She often said that as long as a girl like me can find a job as a nurse in the future, as long as she can wear a white coat every day without being beaten by the wind and rain, she will be satisfied.

Perhaps it is through this subtle way that I began to think that among the occupations that women can engage in. Nurses are an excellent class.

The year I graduated from high school was the year with the largest number of people taking the exam after the resumption of the college entrance examination. It's good to be admitted to a technical secondary school and not be unemployed, as my usual academic performance is average. Fortunately, I was admitted to the nursing school. At that time, almost every family in our building would have one or two unemployed young people. Probably because I didn't join the ranks of unemployed young people, my parents were so happy that even I felt that I got what I wanted.

That summer, I went to a nursing school. I was 18 years old.

On the opening ceremony, 45 girls like me sat in the school auditorium with the same hope. From the headmaster's speech, we know who Nightingale is, that we are angels in White's reserve team from now on, and what angels are in White's duties.

At that time, I silently thought, I must be an excellent nightingale nurse in the future. Save lives. Never live up to the title of angels in white. It seems a bit like rhetoric to say that now. But I really thought so that day. This may also be a kind of youth simplicity.

Two and a half years of study life is coming to an end. Usually, when several of our classmates are together, they always say that they are looking forward to graduating early and starting to work in the hospital early. Our mood is very urgent, and we have added a lot of curiosity to this urgency.

On the eve of graduation, each of our eight good sisters took out a one-month scholarship. At that time, our monthly subsidy was16.50 yuan, and we got together and went to the Xinqiao Hotel near Chongwenmen for a party. At the party, the oldest girl among us suggested that everyone talk about their future plans. I remember that almost everyone said something to the same effect, that is, to be a good nurse in the future. After dinner, we went for a walk in Tiantan Park. When we parted, we shook hands, blessed each other, and vowed that no matter where we were assigned, we would never forget that we were the glory of angels in white.

It was after this day that several of us never met again. Later, I heard from other students that I was the last one out of eight to leave the clinic. Now that I think about it, we were naive.

When our graduates participated in the distribution, they found that the largest hospital we could go to was only a district-level medium-sized hospital, and some people were simply assigned to places called "small hospitals" by the old people in residential areas. I feel lucky to be assigned to this "largest" hospital.

On the day of registration, I wore my favorite clothes and imagined that I could walk into a tall building with bright windows. The staff are all dressed in white. They are busy alleviating the pain of patients, and I will be one of them. What should I say when I go to the hospital where I want to work? It is no exaggeration to say that you are stunned. The hospital is alone in a bungalow, and the surrounding buildings have been demolished. It's completely different from what I imagined and those hospitals I have seen. At that time, my heart was cold. Is this what I am determined to do?

The next day, I was assigned to work in obstetrics and gynecology. A 60-year-old man with a "staff member" on his face led me to a temporary rented building. Later, I learned that this old man with a full face of "staff" is the director of obstetrics and gynecology and a famous expert in obstetrics and gynecology in Beijing. If my heart is cold when I report for duty, then I think of working in this small building for the rest of my life. And let this "staff" lead me, that feeling is really complete despair.

According to the old nurse, nurses who can be assigned to obstetrics and gynecology must be somewhat "like", not because they are beautiful. Because if the baby sees a good-looking person at first sight, he (she) will be very beautiful in the future. Now that I think about it, they may be right. If there were no beautiful midwives, there might not be so many beautiful women in the city now! Although I'm not beautiful, I'm at least the kind who looks a little bit.

The work of obstetrics and gynecology is novel for girls who have almost no emotional experience, let alone no marriage experience. Although we studied obstetrics and gynecology at school.

When I first came to obstetrics and gynecology, the old head nurse told us that in the profession of nurses, the work of obstetrics and gynecology is quite special. Not only to save lives, but also to welcome new life into this world. It often takes several hours or more for a woman to give birth, which is a long process for her. She has to suffer a lot. I really remember the head nurse saying, "You should let her think about the hero Liu Hulan or something." I didn't understand at that time, and almost shouted, "It's so uncultured. Liu Hulan fought the enemy to liberate all China, and they fought to have children. How to compare? ! "At that time, the head nurse was laughing, and there was a special meaning in that smile, which may have been ignored by me in that case. In my later work, I gradually realized that what the head nurse said was really reasonable.

I remember my wet nurse delivered the baby from her body for the first time. When she first saw her child and heard the baby crying, she was so excited that she forgot the pain and smiled with relief. I was so moved that I almost cried. I think only my mother is the greatest in the world. It was my mother who created the world and made it better.

At that time, we little nurses who just joined the work really shared the same fate with these parturients and their families. Why? Only we know it in our hearts. When those young parents are happy because of the crystallization of love and the creation of life. Our young girls are also cheering for a new life! We even naively hope that the more such production processes, the better. The more children come into this world through our hands, the better. Because this is the value of the work that we have been looking forward to as soon as possible since we started school.

Our work is very hard and we often have to work at night. I can work 12 night shift at most a month. At that time, when I was young, I never stayed up late. A nurse who went to work earlier took me to work at night. I call her tian teacher. Once I was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, a patient came, and tian teacher asked me to help with it. I suddenly got out of bed and ran out of the lounge and bumped into the cupboard at the door of the lounge. At that time, I was black at the moment and fell to the ground, just for the patient's family to see. When you get up from the ground. I thought to myself, this family is really selfish and won't help me. Later, tian teacher said, "In fact, people don't know that you worked the night shift for three days. I won't help you if I pretend not to see it. Others think that the little nurse is very lofty and afraid of your embarrassment.

Think about it. "Such a small thing made me understand a truth. Sometimes it is really difficult for people in different situations to reach an understanding or understanding with each other. The reason is particularly simple-he is not you and you are not him. This is how we often work three or four night shifts in a row. Sometimes I get dizzy in the morning and can't remember what day it is today. For us, the schedule is a more authoritative calendar than the calendar.

Many of us work part-time and go to college part-time. At that time, there were more patients and fewer nurses. The head nurse often says that this is called "a radish and a pit", and no one can ask for leave. In order to go to school, we sometimes change a few day shifts into night shifts. Just so as not to delay the class during the day. I often have classes during the day and work at night. Few nurses are fat, but they are all slim. One is because of the heavy workload, the other is because of the irregular life. Every night shift is at five o'clock in the afternoon, so we seldom have dinner at home. What we eat most is instant noodles. So soon after I got out of the clinic, I gained weight and became a big fat man.

I am one of the nurses whose life is not satisfactory. During my ten-year nursing career, I spent six New Year's Eve in my class.

At the age of 24, on New Year's Eve, he caught me on the night shift. Three nurses and two doctors are on duty. At that time, we made an appointment to bring some food from home, arrange patients and have a big meal. But as soon as I took over, I got a call from the emergency room, saying that a woman gave birth to a fetus at home because of an urgent labor. Although the umbilical cord is broken, the placenta remains in the bureaucratic cavity, and there is a lot of bleeding, and the maternal life is dying. Let's prepare for the rescue. As soon as the patient arrived, we immediately threw ourselves into the rescue. At this time, the patient had ischemic shock and his blood pressure dropped to zero. The doctor immediately brushed his hands and walked to the operating table. Some of us measure blood pressure, some give intravenous drip, and some treat the baby umbilical cord. At that time, I almost ran to complete the matching-blood collection-blood transfusion series. When the maternal blood pressure rises to the normal level, the baby cries for the first time, the New Year bell has rung, and another spring has arrived in such a muddled way.

Later, because of this, we were praised by the college and let everyone learn from us. Frankly speaking, at that time, perhaps none of us thought of any rhetoric, no one thought of Nightingale, and no one thought of the present honor. But we are all trying our best to save the patient's life. It is conscience that doesn't allow us to waste time, and wasting time is wasting life. Only then did I understand what the old head nurse said: "More than half of our work is done by conscience."

Perhaps only in our environment can life be born at any time. Such a special environment may be terminated at any time. Only in this way can we deeply understand the fragility and strength of life itself. Only in this way can we understand that life itself is worthy of respect and maintenance.

Just the summer before I left this hospital, our hospital was going to create a "baby-friendly hospital", which would eliminate the nursery, practice the same room for mother and baby, and advocate breastfeeding.

That summer was particularly hot, and many pregnant women were influenced by the elderly at home, thinking that confinement could not be affected by the wind. Mothers and babies are not allowed to open windows or air conditioners in the same ward. No matter day or night, every time we care for patients or babies, we will sweat profusely. Tell them the precautions after delivery and teach them how to feed their baby reasonably.

One day, when I finally finished a night shift and handed over my shift at the bedside, I found that the woman I had just taken care of was gone. Only a two-day-old baby girl is lying alone in bed. That mother left without saying goodbye made us very sad. According to the work unit and address she left when she was in hospital, we couldn't find her. We both resent the parturient and sympathize with the children. We named the little girl "pity".

Since then, our nurses have become the mothers of "poor children". At that time, many of us had not become mothers. At that time, some of us brought milk powder and eggs from home, and some brought small clothes and toys from home. Regardless of the day shift or night shift, you should write down the "poor" situation. "Poor" is happy here. Anyone who has time will pick up "pity" and tease it for a while, and slowly "pity" will laugh. Whenever "pity" smiles at me, my heart is sour.

When she was seven months old, the hospital decided to send her to a children's welfare home. I took "pity" to the children's welfare home that day. When we left the hospital, we all cried and silently blessed our "poor son".

I couldn't help crying when I finished the formalities in the children's welfare home and was ready to leave. The security guard who went with me comforted me and said, "The poor son will definitely have a good future." When I thought about it later, I felt that he comforted himself and comforted me at the same time.

"Pity" is one of my regrets. It is also a concern of mine, which is difficult to express in words. Maybe I'm a pessimistic person at heart, or maybe it's because I had my own children at that time. Because I have experienced the process of giving birth to a child, I am particularly vulnerable to the problem of treating children. So I'm always at some point. Impulsively want to go to the children's welfare home again. Even if I just stand at the door for a while and see if a little girl I once knew will come out, I want to know if she is well and happy. I think twice about sending away the children we feed. It was spring at that time, and the spring of that year was particularly cold.

After that spring, I left the hospital and was no longer a nurse. When there was no "pity for my son" and no career that entrusted me with countless dreams, my son would have stumbled and shouted "Mom" at the same time.

Ten years later, several buildings have been built in our hospital, and I am no longer a nurse. But as a profession, especially one that I have been engaged in for more than ten years, I have left many related habits in my later work and life. Every time I pass by the hospital where I used to work, I feel that familiar building is particularly cordial. There left my youth and dreams, where I heard the first cries of many babies, which made me understand the preciousness of life.

I think when I was a nurse, I began to understand what it means to respect human life.

There are many things in the world that can be given as gifts. Doctors and nurses, the profession of saving lives, give people a chance to be reborn. Perhaps this is the greatest honor that I will be proud of all my life. Although I am just an ordinary nurse.

Every year's Nurses' Day has a special meaning for me. The mixed feelings may be beyond the understanding of people who have never been engaged in this profession, because in these ten years, what happened every day is intertwined with life and death. Unforgettable