Generation Gap in Nursing Part I
It’s about 7:46am, I pull my freshly ironed white nursing uniform on, nursing shoes, and I pin my hair back. I pop on a cap, a throwback to the nurses of the past. I’m nervous, excited and grateful. I’m sharing this day with friends, family and favorite professors, and I’m sharing this day with the college program celebrating its 40 year Nursing Program anniversary. It’s a day of firsts, and I feel a hope for the future, new beginnings on the horizon.
Today is my third week on the unit, a specialized unit of oncology, pediatric population. I feel thrown, as we only had a mini rotation in nursing school of each of these disciplines, yet I feel supported now, as we had the blessing of an educator at our side during clinicals, just as I have the blessing of nurse educators now checking in on my progress to ensure I’m not drowning, I have the blessing of a preceptor who won’t abandon me. She’s sort of new too, maybe two years in, and I’m grateful, as the older nurses seem sort of set in their ways, and annoyed by us new nurses.
I pause, and I look around at the unit that will soon become a home; it’s a closed unit, no windows, a solo bed in each room, odd smells drifting in and out, loud beeps of alarms, technology & machinery I can’t even name yet, nurses rushing in and out of rooms, a good mix of male and female nurses, business sort of administrators at the desk, plus nurses and doctors laughing & chatting while they sit together at the nursing station.
It’s the anniversary of my starting my new job, I’ve been here a year, and they’ve collected all of us graduate nurses into a celebratory lunch, complete with coupon for a massage.
I look around the room, at all the tired looking faces of my fellow graduates, and I wonder, have they experienced a similar disappointment with the older nurses?
Have they feared coming onto the shift when an older nurse is in charge, only to see they’ve been given the worst assignment “to teach you to sink or swim, just like us”
I wonder, have they felt ostracized from a group they’d hoped to fit in with?
I wonder, have they listened to the snipes about young nurses not appreciating their battles, without considering they’re facing many battles of their own?
I wonder, have they also faced a scary older nurse in report, one who carefully scrutinizes your patient head to toe and shakes her head muttering under her breath?
I wonder, have any of them been told they haven’t “earned their right to be there yet?”
I wonder, how many of my fellow new orientees have considered leaving their units in search of common ground?
…I look down at my massage coupon, and it seems ridiculous, but I’m thankful for this slip of paper that will allow me to lay back and be pampered for a minute, instead of slaughtering my body lifting and turning patients. I’m appreciative of my coworkers, the new nurses like me who are quick to help, share what they’ve learned so far, without judgment, entitlement, or snarky comments, I’m grateful to be a nurse, and I hope that when I look back in 40 years, I will still be grateful and not remembered for crossing over to the dark side of bullying.
The thoughts of a baby nurse, about a year in.