It’s been a little while since I’ve had the pleasure of sharing an inspiring woman post, so I’m very, very, verrrrrrry happy to share today’s post from my friend and (relatively) new mommy, Nikki Flores a/k/a Clueless Me. Nikki has guest posted on my blog before about her mishaps in taking care of her husband’s health. Today’s post is more on the poignant side as she shares a particularly touching memory of a woman who recently inspired her.
I would love to bring this series back on a regular (monthly?) basis, so if you would like to share your thoughts and memories about a woman who inspires you (and we all have one, don’t we?), please contact me! If you want to stay connected and keep up with new posts, you can always subscribe to my RSS feed, via email, like my Facebook page or follow me on Twitter (phew!). Enjoy!
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Who is a woman you find inspirational?
The nurse who helped me through my entire labor and delivery – Mary Lucy.
What is her relationship to you?
I met her for the first time the Sunday before I gave birth to my daughter.
Where did you meet her?
Mary Lucy was a nurse who had just came on shift as I was being discharged for false labor.
When did you meet her? Do you think the timing of your meeting affected her impact on you?
I met Mary Lucy at Marymount Hospital (Cleveland, OH) around 5am on Sunday, May 1, 2011. I was moments away from tears because I thought that May 1st was going to be THE day I got to meet my baby, and instead I was being discharged for false labor. I was embarrassed, tired and extremely disappointed.
The first thing I remember Mary Lucy saying to me when I told her that I was going home because of a false alarm was: “Don’t you worry. I bet you’ll be back here tomorrow.” (And for the record, I went into real labor the very next day!)
What is inspirational about her?
As luck would have it, Mary Lucy was the first person to greet me the next day when I arrived for Round 2 of Labor and Delivery at 9am. She helped keep me calm the entire day. Mary Lucy not only told me what to expect during each stage of labor–how far I was progressing, when I was able to get an epidural or when my OB/GYN would arrive–she went well above and beyond that.
She helped me out with so many little things . . . Like bringing me red popsicles (because I mentioned to her that I was not a fan of grape or orange) or simply holding my hand when I transitioned and was shaking uncontrollably. Even though I barely knew her, having Mary Lucy at my side throughout the day was like having my best friend in the room with me.
Towards the end of my labor, I distinctly remember Mary Lucy mentioning that her shift was about to end. I will never forget when she came back into my room after clocking out for her shift at 8pm. She told me that she wanted to stay and help me through the actual delivery part. I was so moved by this small gesture. And sure enough, at 8:58pm, my daughter was born with Mary Lucy standing by my side.
How has this inspiration affected your life? Do you think it has made you a better person? How so?
Mary Lucy left a big impression on me for a multitude of reasons. First and foremost, I will always remember Mary Lucy as the nurse who helped me through the delivery of my first child. But I’ll also cherish the memories of how compassionate and understanding she was towards me. She embodied the Golden Rule: “Treat others how you would like to be treated.”
I was so overwhelmed by the fact that Mary Lucy had never met me before, but she still had both the desire and the ability to comfort me the day I was sent home AND the actual day of my labor. I could have easily been “just another woman” who had checked into the labor and delivery ward, but to Mary Lucy, I was Nikki Flores, and I was a new mom who needed some guidance.
When do you find yourself thinking of this person? How do you feel when you think about her?
I think about Mary Lucy every once in awhile, and I wonder where she is now (The maternity ward in Marymount Hospital has since closed down). I hope that she was able to find a new job in labor and delivery at another hospital because that’s truly where she belongs.