I hand the doctor a syringe, give the kid a sucker, and walk the parents to the door. I honestly thought nursing would be more exciting, but three months into the job and I'm already bored with my routine, Syringe, sucker, door, repeat. Most of the time when I'm not assisting a docotor to preform standard checkups, I end up wandering the halls. Usually this leads me to the natal wing. I wish I could show up there for work every day. Picture it: bringing life into the world. Caring for those little babies and having them depend on you; actually need you for something. Hearing their gentle heartbeats and cries as you carry them in your arms. Seeing the utter joy on the mother's face as she holds her child for the first time. It would be a dream come true. Sadly, there will be nothing of the sort for me. I will only ever experience those precious moments if I'm watching my favorite doctor reality tv show, or getting lost in one of my frequent delusions. Sighing, I head back to my office. I should probably be there to give the next kid a sucker.