@hew0007 For context, I'm a registered nurse. I hated working in the hospital. I lost my desire to be a career mom when I graduated college and started working in the real world. I enjoyed what I did for work and found it fulfilling, but I quickly became disillusioned with the state of healthcare in the US.
I'd always pictured myself as a very hands on parent. When our son was first born, I only worked two days a week. But my heart was at home, not at the hospital. I hated missing even the smallest parts of my son's childhood. I struggled being away from him to deal with the horrific, abusive working conditions and abuse I faced at the hospital. To be clear, it was healthcare administration that ruined it for me, not the patients. For the most part, my patients were ok. But still, my most challenging day at home was still better than my best day at work.
When our son was 3, we decided he would be an only child. One of my concessions was that if he was going to be our only child, I did not want to miss out on one more day of his childhood. I walked away from the bedside and never looked back.
Now that DS is nearly 10 and in school, I have found ways to use my nursing knowledge and experience that don't require me to work at the bedside. I'm a lot less stressed knowing I can be fully present for him.
I'd always pictured myself as a very hands on parent. When our son was first born, I only worked two days a week. But my heart was at home, not at the hospital. I hated missing even the smallest parts of my son's childhood. I struggled being away from him to deal with the horrific, abusive working conditions and abuse I faced at the hospital. To be clear, it was healthcare administration that ruined it for me, not the patients. For the most part, my patients were ok. But still, my most challenging day at home was still better than my best day at work.
When our son was 3, we decided he would be an only child. One of my concessions was that if he was going to be our only child, I did not want to miss out on one more day of his childhood. I walked away from the bedside and never looked back.
Now that DS is nearly 10 and in school, I have found ways to use my nursing knowledge and experience that don't require me to work at the bedside. I'm a lot less stressed knowing I can be fully present for him.