Okay so I have a legitimate excuse for my week of silence. This week my sister was in to visit, it was both my mom’s and my birthdays, and I finally graduated from nursing school! I feel overwhelmed with all of the emotion from the past few days. It’s been quite the ride.
When I started my journey three years ago, I was pregnant with Harry and struggling with big life decisions. My husband had a great job, we had a home, but I still really hadn’t found my place. I was teaching horse back riding lessons but I always wanted to do that on the side, not as my full time job. Too many days with those long, taxing hours were really burning me out, especially pregnant. Somewhere in the middle of the pregnancy I thought, “I’ve always toyed with nursing school. Why not make it a reality?” I went to a magnet high school specializing in health science, and it was always something I was interested in. I imagined myself a paramedic or a nurse. So on a whim, fueled by pregnant hormones, I applied to nursing school. I was told there was a two year wait, and I was accepted one month later. I scrambled to complete a prerequisite class over the summer nine months pregnant, and squeezed in a certification in January with a newborn at home (thank goodness I did, it was in that certification class that I met some of my best friends).
The two and a half years of nursing school was rough, to say the least. I struggled to figure out new motherhood. I struggled to figure out my son’s health issues, and how to deal with them. I really struggled finding my way back to being a student. I was normally used to straight As, and I was killing myself squeaking Bs! It was rough, and I feel like I poured my blood, sweat and tears into this degree. It feels so good to be done! Getting that pin was so much more exciting than I thought it was going to be. We were lined up in alphabetical order, and I didn’t really know anyone near me, but I hugged those ladies so tight because we were all so excited for each other. As I came off the stage ramp, I stopped for a picture and I saw my big man and my little man. My big man was beaming for me, and my family and friends were whooping and hollering and genuinely proud of me. I didn’t cry, I beamed with joy! Then I saw my little man. He let go of Dada’s hand and came over to me as fast as his little legs could carry him saying “Yay Mama!”. That moment was everything for me. I had to return to my seat but I quickly scooped him up, kissed him like crazy, and gave him my rose that I had just received. As I returned to my seat, I could hear Harry cry for me. He was proud of me, and I felt it.
I can’t thank my family and extended family of friends for their support through this journey. I honestly couldn’t have done it without all the support! I am so blessed to have such amazing friends and family who really rallied. What a ride! I can’t wait to be a nurse. I don’t know why I fought it for so long, but I’m so ready to give my all. I really felt like a real nurse at the pinning ceremony, which was really moving. Here are my favorite pictures. There’s a lot – deal with it!