The third semester was getting to work in the OB/GYN and pediatric units at the same local hospital, with some rotations in a much larger place with a NICU and also had high risk OB patients.  Amazingly, I liked these two areas the least.  I never got to see a vaginal birth in nursing school.  All of my patients had complications and had to have C-sections.  I was taking care of a postpartum patient on Sept 11th when someone gasped whose mother in law had called to tell them that a “kamakazi pilot had flown a plane into the World Trade Center”.  I remember hanging out in the nurses’ lounge and watching all of the things unfold that day in there and on patient’s televisions.  It was just awful.  Our instructor’s daughter was a flight attendant in New York.  Our instructor had a complete nervous breakdown that day (not knowing if her daughter had been killed or not—which thankfully she was fine), and she never returned to teaching.  That was her last day with the school. 

There were a few babies there born on that day.  It will not be one we forget anytime soon.