There is a difference between a verse that looks good on a coffee mug and a verse that holds you together on a twelve-hour shift. Both exist. But nurses need the second kind. These are the verses that have actually meant something to me in the middle of the work — not as decoration, not … Read more
When nursing makes you spiritually numb, it doesn’t announce itself — it just quietly settles in. I watched a film recently where an elderly woman brought a cup of coffee to the main character. Room temperature. Deliberately. The grandmother knew exactly what she was doing — she brought it that way on purpose. And when … Read more
When a patient dies and you don’t know what to pray — that silence is something nobody in nursing school prepares you for. There is a particular stillness in the room after someone passes. If you have been a nurse for any length of time, you know it. The monitors go quiet. The family’s breathing … Read more
I want to be honest about something that doesn’t come up much in Christian nursing circles. My faith is not on fire. It is not particularly warm. Most days, working in a hospital or aged care facility, it feels — if I’m being completely truthful — a little flat. A little quiet. A little like … Read more
The moment I walk through the front door, I do one thing before anything else. Not the dishes. Not the laundry. Not checking what’s for dinner or scrolling through my phone. I lie down. Right there, on the couch or the bed, shoes still on sometimes — and I close my eyes for 10 to … Read more
Night shift nurse mum survival tips — these are the ones that actually made a difference for me. I want to be honest with you upfront: there is no version of night shift parenting that feels good. There is only the version you can survive — and if you design it well, the version that … Read more
I was lying on the floor. Not because I planned to. Not as a parenting strategy. I lay down because I had nothing left and the floor was there. And he came over — quietly, without being asked — picked up a toy, and sat down next to me. He didn’t need me to perform. … Read more
Shift work nurse mom missing milestones — it starts quietly, before you even realise it’s happening. He used to reach up for me at the daycare door. Arms up, body leaning, that universal toddler language for “carry me.” And one day — I don’t know exactly when — he stopped. He just walked in. Backpack … Read more
The hardest drop-off isn’t when he cries. It’s when he doesn’t. When he walks straight in, backpack bouncing, without looking back — like this is just normal now, like he’s already made peace with the goodbye. And I stand at the door watching him go, and something in my chest does a thing I can’t … Read more
He says “Mummy, play with me” — and I smile, and I sit down next to him, and I am not there. My body is on the lounge. But I left the rest of me at the hospital. Somewhere between the handover and the car ride home, everything I had gave out. And now he … Read more