I have been a Pediatric RN for almost six years now and have loved every bit of being a nurse. I have gotten to work at two amazing hospitals in two different states and have been able to work in a few different areas of nursing during that time. I have never doubted that my career calling was to be a nurse. I love being able to bring joy to a child and a family during a hospital stay.
Rewind to about sixteen months ago when my husband and I had our first child, Lucy.
Lucy, like any other child, is an incredible blessing! I have loved being a momma even more than I ever anticipated! When Lucy was born I only went back to work PRN so that I could be home with her as much as possible and then my husband, Ben, would watch her when I worked. I never imagined that I would stop working completely because one of the great things about being a nurse is the flexibility of hours and we were able to make it work just between my husband and I. Going back to work after Lucy was born was very difficult, as I imagined it would be. I hated leaving her, even though she was home with Ben, and in perfectly good hands. I assumed that this difficulty of leaving her would get much easier with time...but it never really did.
About four months ago, Ben and I found out that we were expecting our second child. After finding out that we were pregnant, the idea of me staying at home full time kept coming up more and more in conversation with Ben, as well as my own mind. I usually just brushed this off thinking that we would just try things out with two kids and me working and see how it goes. As time went on, it became more and more clear to me that this "idea" of quitting my job was more than just some random thought. I felt like this was something that God was leading me to do. I let more time pass and made every excuse in the book about how and why I should continue working. Then one day, as I like to say, God basically stamped it on my forehead for me. I knew that the main thing keeping me from being obedient to what I felt like God was calling me to do was FEAR. Fears of so many different things...financial changes, losing my identity, losing my skills as a nurse, etc. I let fear paralyze me and interfere with my obedience to the Lord. So a few days later, after many tears, I talked with my manager and turned in my resignation letter. After turning in my resignation letter, I immediately felt such a weight lifted and such a peace from the Lord. It has only been two days since I worked my last shift and I already miss it and miss all the amazing people that I worked with, but I am excited to start this new season of life and see what God has in store for me and my growing family. I'm looking forward to documenting this journey and being able to look back on everything that has happened along the way!
