This afternoon Sophie and I bonded while watching a wound dressing change video tutorial. She’s me. She will definitely be a nurse someday. As soon as I pressed play on the computer to activate the tutorial, she stood watching intently, asking pertinent questions along the way (critical thinking is important). Then after a minute, she settled in by hopping on my lap with her blankie and cuddling with me for the duration of the 15 minute video. Like I said, it was bonding time for us. We enjoy the same things: wound dressing changes.
Sara came in shortly after to catch a glimpse of the tutorial and ran away screaming. Sophie’s response, “Geesh, it’s just sutures”.
Other evidence that she’s me and will be in healthcare someday include but are not limited to:
- The time I was cutting up a whole chicken to grill for dinner and she asked me if the heart was still in the chicken, and if she could please see it.
- Last week when she grinned at the mirror as blood ran out of her nostril and into the sink. The first time Sara had a bloody nose, she almost passed out after hyperventilating. It took her an hour to calm down.
- The times she runs to grab bandaids for anyone who has a cut in the household.
- The time she helped Daddy clean and bandage a very big open wound on his toe that probably should have been sutured.
- Her lack of disgust as I explained every detail of what was happening inside her body, after her X-ray revealed blockage in her colon. She was fascinated and took pride in her recovery, as well as observing the process (in the toilet), which is pretty gross and head turning to most 5 year olds.
- Today, as she watched a dry dressing change video with me. She was as interested in that as she is when she watches her favorite movie The Little Mermaid.
I could go on, there are many more instances, but I think I’ve proven my point. She’s me.