When I started looking at nursing schools, I made a plan that looked something like this: get my associate’s degree in nursing (ASN) at the community college where tuition was affordable, practice for a few years, then go back for my master’s in nursing (MSN) after we’d had a couple of kids. I knew that bachelor’s in nursing (BSN) was becoming more and more necessary for hospital, management, or critical care jobs, but I already had a bachelor’s degree in English and didn’t see much value in getting a second one. I looked into MSN programs that would allow me to skip that step, found them reasonable, got my ASN, and started on having those couple of kids.
In any case, after IVF bills, NICU, and knowing that we still have FET bills and a bit more time in TTC world, I am nowhere near ready financially or ability-wise to commit the time/effort to go after a master’s degree. I’m not even quite certain what direction I’d want to go in for that master’s degree any more. None of this mattered so much for a bit. I was completely embroiled in doctor and therapy appointments, trying to get E to eat, and dealing with life as well as learning a new department at work. I had a job, that was what mattered.
Into all of this entered a co-worker a couple of months ago who mentioned that one of the other local health systems was now pushing for all of their RNs to have BSNs. While it didn’t threaten my position, I did sit up and take notice. It marked the first time needing a BSN (or higher) had come up this close to home. I saw the writing on the wall: it was time to talk about next steps.
At first, I re-researched the MSN programs. Maybe I could fit it in somehow. The research, however, more or less confirmed that an MSN was simply not in the cards right now, or really, for at least the next five years. I took a deep breath, looked into BSN programs, and found an online one through my state system. The price was reasonable. Most of my credits transferred. The coursework looked manageable with all of my other responsibilities.
I applied, got accepted, and plan to start in July.
It means I can wait until I know what I want to do for that master’s degree. It means I don’t need to worry so much about jobs. It means I can wait ten years or never go back to school if that’s what I want.
It’s not the route I envisioned originally. As far as alternates go though, I’m pretty excited about this one.
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