Nurse Practitioner: A Short Story

With the hot sun beating down on my skin I make my way through the two large double doors. Pushing my way in I immediately feel a cool rush of air on my face and see a front desk with a sign on it reading “Hartford Hospital”. The pastel blue chairs in the corner immediately catch my eye, but I don’t get a chance to take a seat. John Sterling comes up to me. “Hey I’m John”, he says excitedly with his curly brown hair and startlingly bright blue eyes. I could tell right away that John was a very friendly guy by the peppiness in his voice and his contagious smile. He was young as well, only looked about 20 years old, which seemed odd because of his high degree. To become a Neonatal Nurse Practitioner like John you must first become a registered nurse, then go to graduate school to be a Nurse Practitioner and then after that you still have to specialize which could take years. As he guides me down the large plain white hallway I noticed something else strange. He was wearing pink scrubs, I thought it was strange for a male to be wearing pink, but he wore his like a frat boy in his pink tuxedo. “I have to warn you” John says to …show more content…
It was time for the routine checkups, which is mainly documenting the newborns progress on charts stored at the foot of each child’s incubator. “Parents only get to visit a couple times a day usually, rarely are they even allowed to hold their newborn children”, John explained. I think he noticed the horror on my face when he said that because he immediately responded saying “Often we let the parents go see them anyways even if it’s not really visiting hours”. That left me with some comfort for the poor families. I felt extreme compassion for how they could possibly deal with something like this. John seemed very strong and positive even when talking about the sicker babies. He made me hopeful that I could be a nurse like that one day