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Just a little bit of poo…

As a Registered Nurse, I have seen my fair share of poo. In fact, I thought I’d seen it all. I’ve dealt with caked on poo, bloody poo, watery poo, elephant turds, pellets and black poo. I’ve ended up wearing it, I’ve walked in it, I’ve had it wiped on me, I’ve had it thrown at me and one night, almost mistook a smear of it for chocolate. You name it, I’ve seen it. And truthfully it only gets worse the older you get.

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We are taught that what goes in must come out and what it looks like upon exit can indicate a problem. Good bowel health is important and as mothers we become obsessed by it. What’s normal? What’s not? Breast Milk poo, Formula poo, Solids poo, Sultanas DON’T digest. Neither does corn. The slider, the poo-plosion, we’ve all been there. Been caught attempting to clean up a squirming infant while trying not to make the mess worse, no change of clothes and baby covered from head to toe.

I’ve been there, done that, I’m still going through it. I feel your pain. In fact, its not uncommon to see me running down the hallway of our house to the bathroom with a poo covered Mr Giggles, arms outstretched in front of me, baby with a bewildered look on his face. The only way to fix the problem is hose him down. Unfortunately.

We are currently toilet training Hurricane Boy and for the majority of it, he is going well. He’s been going all day (mainly at pre-school) with only the occasional accident, and they usually occur because he’s caught up in some activity.

But I digress, let me set the scene…

Nursey Mum in Mr Giggles’ room, getting him dressed after his bath. Hurricane boy is still in the bath, Handy Hubby showering next to him.

I’m goo-ing and gah-ing at Mr Giggles, and in the background I hear Hurricane Boy say “Daddy, present”. Handy Hubby, face full of soap replies “Yeah bubba” and puts his hand out.

I then hear screams. From both of them. Both are calling my name. Mr Giggles goes into his cot, half dressed and I head into the bathroom. I find Hurricane Boy screaming, crying, having a melt down pointing to the bath water. Handy Hubby still in the shower, screaming, dry-retching and holding a Hurricane Boy sized turd.

I yank Hurricane Boy out of the bath, throw him on the potty, rescue the turd from Handy Hubby’s hand and fish out the aqua turd that Hurricane Boy left behind. All the while trying not to wet myself laughing.

Needless to say, Handy Hubby didn’t see the funny side. On the plus side, we had our one and only successful poo on the potty.

Have you had any toilet training drama?

Funny stories of poo?


Career Moves…


As a newly Graduated Registered Nurse I had wild dreams. I had plans to work in the adult system for a couple of years, try and get a job in a kids hospital in a critical care area and then move onto NETS. All I had to do was get through my New Grad year and then look for a position in an Intensive Care Unit.

8 years later and I’m working in a large Sydney based Emergency Department. My dreams of being a Paediatric Intensive Care Nurse have fizzled out. And to tell you the truth… Nursing little kidlets in the ED isn’t my favourite part.

Flash back to 2004: I had gained a position as a New Graduate Registered Nurse in a small district hospital. I was excited and anxious to start my new career. The New Graduate program I had enrolled in rotated me through a series of specialities. New Graduate or Transitional Nurse programs are supervised and heavily supported programs aimed to help the newly registered nurse “transition” into a knowledgable, confident, competent practitioner.

My New Grad year had me placed in a Neurology/Stroke ward for 3 months, Cardiology for 3 months, the Emergency Department for 3 months and finally in the Intensive Care Unit for 3 months. I ended up loving the ED, much to my surprise and I finished my New Grad year with a job offer as well!

Eight years later I’m still going. I’ve done and seen a lot. A lot. And now I’ve reached a crossroads. There are two pathways I can take in order to progress. Do I go into management or education? Neither really appeal to me and the thought of further study in order to move down these paths doesn’t overwhelm me. So where to now?

Do I bite the bullet, suck it up and just enrol in a Masters degree in management or education? Do I stay in ED? Do I stay in Nursing?

A career change is out of the question. I feel I’m too old to start again and can’t see myself doing anything other than Nursing and enrolling in another uni degree that I’m not really excited about is just silly. It’s a large expense in money and time that ill probably end up dropping out of anyway. So maybe move from ED?

Midwifery has interested me since I registered but I put it on the back burner for years as I was loving ED. After having the boys, my interest has been renewed. Is a specialty change in my near future? Will I love it? Will I LIKE it? Can I manage the boys, a house, a husband and full time study? Time will tell.

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