Ever since I was a little girl my dad would tell me that when I grew up, I was going to be a doctor and would help thousands of people in need. I would go along with the joke and laugh until the day that my parents told me we were having another baby and I would be a big sister again. I was in fifth grade and this was the first time I could realize and appreciate what was really going on in the pregnancy. When my mom had the first ultrasound, both my parents, siblings and I crammed into the tight room to meet our newest addition to the family. As soon as I heard the heartbeat and saw the small white bean on the screen, I was fascinated. It filled me with joy to be able to see something so life-changing. The rush of adrenaline and thrill I
A career is a long time employment role which centers around the passion of ongoing goals that one wants to achieve.For my career, I will choose to become an Obstetric sonographer.Obstetric sonographers are people who perform ultrasounds on the pelvic region of female patients and fetuses.medical sonographers typically need to obtain an associate or bachelor's degree in sonography from a college or university. Basic skills that are required are to have solid technical skills for being able to function the equipment and getting practicable images, the physical skills of good hand-eye coordination to move appliances on the patient’s body in correlation to what appears on the screen, endurance to stand for long periods of time and the capacity
After comparing South Texas College, El Centro College, and Bryan College of Health Science based on my criteria of being a community college, admission requirements, and skills necessary, “ high school graduation, GED, and individual approval,” South Texas College would be the best choice on helping me pursue a career in Diagnostic Medical Sonography. Working in an environment that helps parents have the privilege to see what they are expecting on their way is valuable. However, becoming a registered sonographer is not an easy task because you need to have patient and make acceptable predictions. In fact,to become a sonographer you need an associate or bachelor’s degree in diagnostic medical sonographer, and get the training needed to participate with patients “ hands on”.
hank you Tan and Hyana for allowing me to shadow Ultrasound last Thursday the 21st! I loved the experience and feel better about the preparations I am taking for the future. I've always enjoyed visual and tangible work, as well as helping others. The two important parts of my life have been nonprofit/volunteer work and my sculpting/art hobbies. Being a diagnostic medical Sonographer seems like a really neat middle point for me.
...experience is the day I was able to observe my only nephew come into this world. Childbirth is an amazing feet of the human body and I will never forget the feelings I experienced that afternoon. The amount of medical care needed to bring a newborn into the world is immense. I was fascinated by the various aspects of healthcare during labor. This experience opened my eyes to a world of OB/GYN that I came to appreciate quickly. As I look back through my life, I am thankful that my parents brought me first to the roller rink. I believe they both encouraged and influenced my desire to become a doctor. In my heart, I know that there is nothing more important to me than to be in a position to help bring health to a helpless being. The various activities and experiences in my life have confirmed this and I look forward to continuing on this path towards a medical doctor.
It was August 25, 2006 and I just received the news that I was going to have a baby. At that moment so many thoughts ran through my mind. I was extremely nervous and terr...
Battling a miscarriage a couple years prior, my mother was feeling mixed emotions. Around this time, I was a senior in high school so the news was neutral for me being that I was the only child for eighteen years. I did not know if I should rejoice or complain because I was leaving for college soon. My brother was born about two weeks before my high school graduation, and I must say that it was a very intense and complicated birth being that my mother was nearly forty giving birth to her second child.
A challenge that I had during my first clinical rotation was the first performed transvaginal scan that came earlier than I expected. It was my first contact with a transvaginal transducer, inside of a woman's body and my first scan of ectopic pregnancy. In spite of all the nervousness and without any knowledge of how the procedure is or how to find the organs by looking internally, I kept my calm and “poker face” together. Everything started as a regular clinical day, eager to learn new scanning techniques and be helpful to the sonographers that I follow during my clinical rotation. This new case that I was about to observed, according to the previous notes were an emergency exam with a suspicion of ectopic pregnancy, however, no one was expected to be a large
I grew up in a research and development campus where my father is a scientist. Research and curiosity were constantly encouraged and this prompted me to take up medicine as a career, a field that offers tremendous prospects for research and discoveries. Throughout medical school I tried to be involved in research and attempts at trying out new ideas, be it in the lab or working with human subjects. I carried this through my residency and now my fellowship. The idea of studying a topic or issue that has so far not been treaded upon seems to be extremely exciting and challenging.
Two of the greatest days of my life were the days my daughters were born. The first time I held the both of them and gazed into their eyes I felt a sense of relief and hope. The feeling is a warm tingling sensation that engulfed my entire body. The emotions that I felt are beyond what words can explain. It’s amazing to me that in the first few minutes of their lives they completely changed my perception of the world.
July 17,2015, 4:20 a.m., my first-born baby girl arrived. At that moment, I realized I am no longer just a sister, a cousin, niece or a daughter. I am a first-time mom. For the first time, I held a new born baby. I got my first chance of changing, bathing and feeding a new born. The feeling was unpredictable. Just in two days we were finally home. I was to doing the same thing, except with a lot more moving around, up and down the steps constantly.
I got sent to Mercy Heart Rhythm Center. The doctors proceeded to tell me that nothing was wrong, but decided that they would send me home with a heart monitor. I had a button that I had to push every time I experienced the pain in my chest, it would be sent back to the doctors to view them. I had an appointment six months later to go over the results. The results came back that I have Arrhythmia, which is when you have an irregular heartbeat. The doctors proceeded to tell me that it was something that I had to deal with as life went on and it had a chance of going away with time. I still have to deal with the pain to this day. This has made me grow to love what doctors do. Being able to help with children who have to suffer in their life, or not being able to keep up with the other children because their health doesn't allow them to, would be the highlight of my life. But most of all being able to come up with new diagnoses and new discoveries in the medical field would be a great milestone for me to surpass. Not only has this experience made me grow as a person but it has also made my love for pediatrics
From an early age the female human body and its capability to develop through pregnancy to birth fascinated me. This fascination still exists today. When I studied Child Development at School, I was interested in foetus development, labour and the wellbeing of the mother. This was when I decided I wanted to be a Midwife, but with a lack of confidence I focused on gaining life skills.
The exact day of my surgery was October 11, 2015. The reason I was going to be having surgery is because for that whole year, I was having extreme pains in my stomach area that I would constantly go to the ER for. Time and time again the doctors couldn 't figure out what was wrong with me until finally in September I had an ultrasound. In that ultrasound they found out that I had a gallbladder stone that was blocking the gallbladder from squeezing out the nutrients and so it kept squeezing which caused me great pain. After much debate, me and my family decided that having surgery to remove the gallbladder was the best option as there was no other way to fix it. And so on that day, my family and I arrived at the hospital where the surgery would
Exciting one might think. Had I not been so ill, I’m sure I would have been excited too. Well I had nothing in my bladder due to being so dehydrated and she wanted the ultrasound stat! The nurses had to use a catheter to insert into and fill up my bladder with fluid. They filled a little balloon at the end so the fluid couldn’t leak out. That feeling was awful. It felt as if my bladder would explode. As the ultrasound tech probed my stomach, she declared there is your little peanut. Heart rate looks great! I’m not able to pay attention as I’m feeling like I’m going to vomit and my bladder is going to explode. Paying attention to the ultrasound screen seemed like an impossible task, I just wanted it to be over. She apologizes for me not feeling well and wishes me well. She prints several photos of the ultrasound for me to keep and gives the nurse the ok to release the balloon which relieves my bladder. They both leave the room. I was alone; I looked at this little seven week old bean like being in the photos and prayed that we both survived whatever this
High school years are supposed to be a time for fun and exciting events in every adolescent's life. There are parties, ball games, and local after school hangout joints where we can meet. All combined to making high school the most memorable years of any teenage girl?s life. However, my experience in high school took an uneventful turn in tenth grade. My carefree ways had to end and a new wave of responsibility was presented to me. I found out that I was two months pregnant. My thoughts tugged at my conscience, how was I to tell the father of my unborn child? Would my mother support my decision? I had to forget about my partying ways and hanging with my friends. My freedom days of coming and going were about to be over and I quickly became the girl about whom everyone was talking.