Personal Narrative: A Career In Occupational Therapy

Wed been awaiting the arrival of Breelynd for months now. As her birthdate grew closer we grew more anxious. Finally, on July 6th at 3:36 am she was born into this world, but at 8:43, her heart stopped. As doctor revived her an ambulance was called and Breelynd was transported down to Syracuse. Nothing this traumatic had happened to someone so close to me before and I had no idea how to deal with my emotions during this time. Was she going to pull through and experience life? Was I going to have to attend this newborn's funeral? I had no idea what to expect.

Two months later the doctors announced that she was improving and was healthy enough to go home for the first time. We were informed she was going to be very delayed and that she may be autistic. Doctors referred many places for her to go and many people for her to see, but with this being the first time that this had happened to someone in the family no one know what was the best option for her. At 10 months old Breelynd started therapy. She was referred to a therapist to help her learn motor skills so hopefully one day she could function like other kids. Over this past year I had witnessed many healthcare professionals work with my niece, but none of them brought interest in me until I met her occupational therapist. After watching the weekly sessions and learning what to do to help her develop the needed skills she needed I realized that I had found the job that I wanted to pursue.
Being an Occupational therapist means that i would learn the skills to be able to help others. I want to be able to help others no matter what stage in life they are in.