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Tell me what you think of my essay for Nursing Scool PLZZZ?
My interest in Nursing began at age 16. I always knew that I would choose a career in healthcare but as to what I would do was uncertain. Having visited hospitals to visit and support family and friends, I got the chance to observe different types of jobs and career paths but what really stuck out to me was Nursing and what it entitles. A Nurse’s job is to focus on treatment and recovery of the patient. Nurses constantly get challenged to the maximum of their ability and continue to gain the experience and strength needed to face the situations that follow.

I have a friend who was in labor at Memorial West. She was struggling throughout her contractions being that this was her first guy and was apprehensive of the situation. When she was finally fully dilated and it was time for the baby to come, the person who played a major part in assisting her through labor was the RN who held her hand the entire time. The baby was being very stubborn and even with her mother and husband there to help; the RN gently guided her through this frustrating experience. Finally, when the baby came out it was a beautiful baby girl and my friend named her Ebony Suzie Romero. Her middle name was the name of the RN that was there for her every step of the way. For my friend to be so grateful of the Nurse’s help that she would acknowledge her by giving her daughter that middle is inspiring and I’m sure fulfilling.

To me there is no greater feeling than the feeling of knowing that you were able to help someone or assist in saving their life. That their pain got better because you were able to do whatever there was possible to help them. This is why I chose to become a Nurse because I will do whatever there is necessary to help my patient feel comfortable again. I want to become a Nurse because I want to help the world, one patient at a time.
It's pretty good, but I would edit the paragraph with the personal anecdote about your friend. There's too much unnecessary info.

Try this:

I have a friend who was struggling during labor with her first guy and was apprehensive of the situation. The person who played a major part in assisting her through labor was the RN who held her hand the entire time.

The baby was being very stubborn and even with her mother and husband there to help, it was the RN who guided her through this frustrating experience.

Finally, when the baby came out it was a beautiful baby girl and my friend named her middle name for the RN that was there for her every step of the way. For my friend to be so grateful of the Nurse’s help that she would acknowledge her by giving her daughter that middle name is both inspiring and fulfilling.
Anyone read Life is funny? please help!!!!?
had to write short summary for hw about the book I read, wanted to know if it sounded okay, THANK you.
Life is Funny is about eleven teenagers in Brooklyn, NY. They are all from different backgrounds and races; each deals with many problems that intertwine over a period of seven years. Their lives are full with relationships, family problems, alcoholic and abusive parents, drugs, and violence. The eleven teenagers are China, Eric, Monique, Drew, Grace, Mickey, Ebony, Sonia, Gingerbread, Keisha, and Sam. The story starts off with China. She is friends with Grace and Ebony, and eventually becomes friends with Sonia. To deal with the pain of missing her dad, Ebony cuts herself. China is the one who keeps bothering her to stop.
Drew is very rich; he has everything except a good home life. He rejects all the material possessions that his father buys him when he finally calls 911 to save his mother from getting beaten again by his father. Gingerbread is Drew’s neighbor and witnesses all of the things he goes through. Gingerbread and Keisha end up dating. Keisha lives with her Aunt Eva, her little sister and older brother Nick. She also has a hard time but finds comfort in Gingerbread. Monique, who is pregnant by her abusive ex-boyfriend, finds real peace with Hector, a nurse at the prenatal clinic who knows that love is the only way to help her cope with her anger.
Grace becomes a model; her life seems perfect, except for her relationship with her mom. Nothing Grace does is ever right in her mom’s eyes. Sam, like Grace also becomes a model. They date for awhile and find they have many things in common. When Drew comes to the High School in Brooklyn, he and Sam immediately make friends. Sonia is dealing with the pressure of being a good Muslim girl in an intolerant public school. It becomes really hard for her when the only person who seemed to understand her committed suicide.
The story ends with Eric, who has also faced many problems like drugs. The only person he really seems to like is his brother. His mother is a drug addict, and he becomes the caretaker for his little brother, Mickey. The brothers are adopted by a family. Their new foster-sister, Linnette is intimidated by Eric and his bottled-up anger. Eric eventually opens up to Linnette and things start to get better. In the end, all of their stories seem to tie in with each other; they all have faced similar hardships and faced the reality of growing up into adulthood.
Clarify if Gingerbread is a guy or not.Other than that I think its great
^^
Halter help!!!?
ok......would it look totally weird IF....i wear halter like this www.ae.com/web/browse/product.jsp… or any other ones WITH this www.amazon.com/Xhilaration-Bralet… ????

PS: i have 8 months after birth body and nursing...so i need to have those nursing pads on and havieng bralette is the only way...

please,don't be too mean when you answer my ? thanks
No i dont think it would look bad. its actually a really cute halter.
Am I missing something here?
So Ebony is underweight, She's 7.5 mo and 12.3 pounds, and 25.6 inches long.
The nurse told me to cut back her solids and concentrate on breastfeeding, so for the passed 3 days I've been giving her half of what she usually has for lunch and dinner and breastfeeding her almost every hour.
She has become very whingy, she cries all day and all night, I think because she's hungry, so tonight I gave her what she usually has for dinner and she's fast asleep.
I don't see how cutting back the solids would have helped???

Just for the record, my whole life I have been considdered underwight, when it come to my height versus weight. I think she just has my motabolism.
The reason that cutting back on solids helps is because solids are not as calorie dense as breastmilk, and they're not absorbed as efficiently by a baby's digestive system. Very little is actually absorbed, and most of it goes right through them as waste. Solids also take away from the amount of breastmilk that a baby gets, when baby gets too much solids. You can see the links below for more information.

At her age, I would agree with your doctor and concentrate on the breastfeeding. Breastmilk (or formula) should be the vast majority of her diet for the first year. Solids are meant to compliment breastfeeding - not replace it. Until 12 months, they're just for experimentation, practice, and learning.

Chances are, she's taking after you, genetically. I would continue to offer the breast on demand (at least every two hours, but more often than that is fine, too), and you can also do breast compressions when she nurses to boost the fat content of your milk: www.kellymom.com/newman/15breast_… Breast compressions are also a great way to get her to stay on the breast longer.

Is she being supplemented with any water, juice, or formula? If so, I would cut back on those, too, and offer the breast instead. Offering too much in the way of solids or supplements reduces the amount of time she spends at the breast, and your supply can be negatively impacted as a result. Always make sure you offer the breast immediately before any solids or supplements, too.

Also, keep in mind that it's perfectly normal for babies to reach a plateau with weight gain around 6-9 months. Increased mobility plays a big roll in this. They start burning extra calories by scooting around and playing more, so their weight gain slows down a little.

Older babies also tend to focus a lot of their growth on cognitive development and motor skills, and some focus on height more than weight at that age. My youngest reached a weight plateau at that age, but he continued to grow in height. His weight gain picked back up later on, and he's now a 26lb 16 month old, and still nursing several times a day.

Here's some links for you:

Starting Solids: www.kellymom.com/nutrition/solids…

Calorie and Fat Contents of Common Baby and Toddler Foods (including breastmilk, listed first - notice that breastmilk is higher in calories than most solids, and it's absorbed better by the digestive system): www.kellymom.com/nutrition/vitami…

Overall, remember that a thin baby does not necessarily mean an unhealthy baby. Society tends to have the mindset that chubby baby = healthy baby, but smaller babies can be just as healthy, if not healthier, than their chubbier counterparts.

How is her diaper output? Is she wetting about 5-6 a day? If so, she's likely getting plenty.

Could teething be the cause of her fussiness? 7.5 months is prime time for teething pain.

ETA: Just for the record, I don't necessarily disagree with getting a second opinion, either. Just be aware that pediatricians really don't have much training on lactation and breastfeeding - there are exceptions to this, but the vast majority receive very little training in that field. If you're going to get another opinion, I would contact an international board certified lactation consultant. They're the most educated medical professionals when it comes to breastfeeding and lactation. You could ask them for a good reference to a pediatrician that's well educated on lactation and infant growth and feeding. You should be able to contact a lactation consultant at your local hospital.
Is this description and good?
Im describing my character's mother.....this is what I have

Im open to constructive criticism, but don't be mean, that's just rude.


My mother had ebony black hair and electric blue eyes, just like me. Just by walking in she lit up the room. She was probably my favorite person in the world.
She worked at the local hospital as a day nurse, but my father and I said she should have been a motivational speaker, because my mother has an amazing way of words. She has inspired so many people, that I had lost count years ago. The way she speaks just makes you want to make a difference, makes you want to do something that counts. Whenever someone just gives up or quits, my mother would be there, just talking away, changing someone’s life.
It wasn’t just that though. She didn’t just, change your mind about something. She showed you that someone cared. That she was there, whenever someone needed her, and I think that is why she worked so well. Just knowing that you had support can make a huge difference, and that’s why people loved her so much. She showed someone was there for them.


Thanks soo much!
Good, but should be 'way with words'.
What do you think of this scene?
I escaped to my room, and watched TV for an hour, before I heard my mother slam her car door, coming home from work. I hoped up and went downstairs to greet her.
My mother had ebony black hair and electric blue eyes, just like me. Just by walking in, she lit up the room. She was probably my favorite person in the world.
She worked at the Hospital as a day nurse, but my father and I said she should have been a motivational speaker, because my mother has an amazing way with words. She has inspired so many people, that I had lost count years ago.
The way she speaks just makes you want to make a difference, makes you want to do something that counts. Whenever someone just gives up or quits, my mother would be there, just talking away, changing someone’s life.
It wasn’t just that though. She didn’t just change your mind about something. She showed you that someone cared. That she was there, whenever someone needed her, and I think that is why she worked so well. Just knowing that you had support can make a huge difference, and that’s why people loved her so much. She showed someone was there.
As my mother walked inside the kitchen, going through the back door, she set her purse on the island and started searching the cupboard for something she could make for dinner. Always working, always on the move, she was.
“Hey Mom, how was work?” I asked and I guess my mother hadn’t noticed me, because she was startled by my question. She whirled around with her hand on her heart. She was breathing heavily, and her eyes were wide.
“Oh, Hun, I didn’t even see you there! You startled me!” She exclaimed, but when she slowed her heart rate, and calmed down, she smiled. “How was your day?” she asked.
I hesitated with my answer. Could I tell my mother I had lost the race? I didn’t plan on telling anybody. I was a great liar, and an amazing avoider, (or so I’ve been told), but there was something more than it being to embarrassing to tell. Elliot had found out, and I remembered how my heart dropped just trying to tell him. Then I imagined trying to tell her, and it made my whole mood come down.
She noticed the preoccupation in my expression. “What’s wrong?” She asked.
“Nothing. It was a really boring day, I went to the Commons, then came home.” I said emptily, fighting the urge to tell her everything. There were some new problems with our vacation. I didn’t have the car, OR the money. Shouldn’t I tell her that? No, No I shouldn’t.
“Have you gotten the chance to pack for your little vacation?” She asked while taking out a little box of Mac-and–cheese for dinner.
I smiled sheepishly. If there was one thing I didn’t get from my mother, was that ability to plan. I was a procrastinator, not to mention a planner. I wasn’t much of a preparer either. I just went with whatever happened, while my mom, on the other hand, planned and prepared weeks ahead, making endless and countless lists. Lists that said what to pack, what to eat, and when to stop driving for a lunch break. She would’ve made notes that explained directions, and routes. Everything that could be planned would be.
The only thing was; Elliot said that we would do this all on our own. I have no clue what he was talking about when he said that, because if it were me, our mother would have planned the entire thing, and we would be using her car, but Elliot had some sort of pride thing. He wanted to test himself. He was a smart person, in fact, the smartest in his grade, but for some reason, he was also setting up more challenges, and more problems.
In any case, I still didn’t pack. “No, not yet.” I finally replied, after a long hesitation.
My mother tilted her head to the side, barely side-tracked by this new information. “Okay, well, at least start tonight, or tomorrow morning.”
“Okay.” I said as I watched my mother cook our dinner.
After a few minutes of silence, I heard the front door slam close and my father calling out.
“Hello?” He said in his booming voice, which echoed through the house.
“In here Roy!” My mother replied, wiping off the wooden spoon she was using for stirring, and putting it in the sink.
My father walked into the kitchen and set his weatherman briefcase on the island, next to my mother’s bag. He looked almost exactly like Elliot, with his mahogany brown hair and frost blue eyes. He smiled a lot, but was probably the exact opposite of mom.
With him, cheering someone up, was as effortless and smiling. Though he didn’t say much, he said enough with one smile. Like my mom’s words, it showed that everything was going to be okay. That was definitely something I needed to know, right now.
“How were your days?” he asked us.
“Fine.” I answered shortly, trying to get off this subject. He shot me a confused look, while my mother handed me a pile of dishes and silverware, for the dinner table.
After dinner I went to bed and fell slowly asleep.


PS the race thing is just something. You can ignore it. PLUS DONT BE TOO MEAN I WRO
wow it is very realistic, I can actually picture this boy doing theses things. Is it a boy, because thats what it sounds, or at least to me. If it is, than wow your good. PLus I can really picture reading this in a book as a bridge to the next scene.
Question about my Granda.89 years of age.?
Hello,
My Granda went into a private nursing home in march this year. His health is way better since he went in there, his mind as sharp as ever and he can still read without his glasses.My parents couldnt stay with him all the time because they were working,and he went through a period of collapsing,dizzyness etc...He has settled in well, walking without hes stick,and we visit him often, he is very happy.

The only thing is this Christmas. If Granda comes back for Xmas day, he will want to go into his room, and the room has been emptied.I know that he knows hes staying there, but i cant bear the thought of him going into his room and seeing is bed, tv etc... gone.
Also, Ebony his dog died a few months ago. He adores the dog, always asked questions about her, and none of us had the heart to tell him she died, it would deeply upset him.
How am I going to tell him about the dog?I feel awful lying to him,but understand we dont want to upset him.
I would tell him these things now so that it is history by Christmas. Remember...he is an adult and has handled disappointment and loss many times before.

Just remember to love him now while you still have him. He will respond best to that.

Merry Christmas!
READERS/WRITERS: What do you think of this little scene I put together?
I escaped to my room, and watched TV for an hour, before I heard my mother slam her car door, coming home from work. I hoped up and went downstairs to greet her.
My mother had ebony black hair and electric blue eyes, just like me. Just by walking in, she lit up the room. She was probably my favorite person in the world.
She worked at the Hospital as a day nurse, but my father and I said she should have been a motivational speaker, because my mother has an amazing way with words. She has inspired so many people, that I had lost count years ago.
The way she speaks just makes you want to make a difference, makes you want to do something that counts. Whenever someone just gives up or quits, my mother would be there, just talking away, changing someone’s life.
It wasn’t just that though. She didn’t just change your mind about something. She showed you that someone cared. That she was there, whenever someone needed her, and I think that is why she worked so well. Just knowing that you had support can make a huge difference, and that’s why people loved her so much. She showed someone was there.
As my mother walked inside the kitchen, going through the back door, she set her purse on the island and started searching the cupboard for something she could make for dinner. Always working, always on the move, she was.
“Hey Mom, how was work?” I asked and I guess my mother hadn’t noticed me, because she was startled by my question. She whirled around with her hand on her heart. She was breathing heavily, and her eyes were wide.
“Oh, Hun, I didn’t even see you there! You startled me!” She exclaimed, but when she slowed her heart rate, and calmed down, she smiled. “How was your day?” she asked.
I hesitated with my answer. Could I tell my mother I had lost the race? I didn’t plan on telling anybody. I was a great liar, and an amazing avoider, (or so I’ve been told), but there was something more than it being to embarrassing to tell. Elliot had found out, and I remembered how my heart dropped just trying to tell him. Then I imagined trying to tell her, and it made my whole mood come down.
She noticed the preoccupation in my expression. “What’s wrong?” She asked.
“Nothing. It was a really boring day, I went to the Commons, then came home.” I said emptily, fighting the urge to tell her everything. There were some new problems with our vacation. I didn’t have the car, OR the money. Shouldn’t I tell her that? No, No I shouldn’t.
“Have you gotten the chance to pack for your little vacation?” She asked while taking out a little box of Mac-and–cheese for dinner.
I smiled sheepishly. If there was one thing I didn’t get from my mother, was that ability to plan. I was a procrastinator, not to mention a planner. I wasn’t much of a preparer either. I just went with whatever happened, while my mom, on the other hand, planned and prepared weeks ahead, making endless and countless lists. Lists that said what to pack, what to eat, and when to stop driving for a lunch break. She would’ve made notes that explained directions, and routes. Everything that could be planned would be.
The only thing was; Elliot said that we would do this all on our own. I have no clue what he was talking about when he said that, because if it were me, our mother would have planned the entire thing, and we would be using her car, but Elliot had some sort of pride thing. He wanted to test himself. He was a smart person, in fact, the smartest in his grade, but for some reason, he was also setting up more challenges, and more problems.
In any case, I still didn’t pack. “No, not yet.” I finally replied, after a long hesitation.
My mother tilted her head to the side, barely side-tracked by this new information. “Okay, well, at least start tonight, or tomorrow morning.”
“Okay.” I said as I watched my mother cook our dinner.
After a few minutes of silence, I heard the front door slam close and my father calling out.
“Hello?” He said in his booming voice, which echoed through the house.
“In here Roy!” My mother replied, wiping off the wooden spoon she was using for stirring, and putting it in the sink.
My father walked into the kitchen and set his weatherman briefcase on the island, next to my mother’s bag. He looked almost exactly like Elliot, with his mahogany brown hair and frost blue eyes. He smiled a lot, but was probably the exact opposite of mom.
With him, cheering someone up, was as effortless and smiling. Though he didn’t say much, he said enough with one smile. Like my mom’s words, it showed that everything was going to be okay. That was definitely something I needed to know, right now.
“How were your days?” he asked us.
“Fine.” I answered shortly, trying to get off this subject. He shot me a confused look, while my mother handed me a pile of dishes and silverware, for the dinner table.
After dinner I went to bed and fell slowly asleep.


PS the race thing is just something. You can ignore it. PLUS DONT BE TOO MEAN
I wro
It's ok but cut your descriptions of how wonderful mom and dad are. If you put it in, it needs to be backed up by the story, and so far they haven't done anything special.

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