Nursing Assistant in Training: The Importance of Touch

evan 1This is the third in a three-part series written by Evan Chartier, a Colgate student spending his summer training to be a nursing assistant (CNA) and preparing to write about this for his senior thesis.

One of the most important senses in my life is touch. I love the feel of wind tickling across my ears as I stand on top of a mountain, the heat of a warm shower, and the sparks that fly when I grasp my partner’s hand after a long time apart. It is an essential aspect of my favorite life experiences, and a significant way in which I interact with the world around me.
In Professor Loe’s class “Sociology of the Life Course” we learned that the importance of touch does not disappear as we get older. In fact, it may get more important with age. As friends, family, and partners move around the globe and eventually pass away, and as we adapt our lives to live in changing bodies and circumstances, opportunities to explore touch can become increasingly rare. I witnessed this theory in action during the clinical internship portion of my home health aide and certified nursing assistant training class. The resident in my care –we’ll call him Steve– did not have a single visitor during my shift the entire week. Most of his siblings have passed away, he was never married, and he had no children. Therefore I was also the only person to touch Steve between the time he woke up, 8 AM, and 2 PM, when I left each day.

When I interviewed my classmates, the vast majority of them were anxious about providing a bed bath to their elder. I certainly was as well (just see my previous blog posts!). The bed bath is one of the first things that must be done for each resident, and it is a procedure that is repeated every day. Beyond the necessity to smell nice, a bed bath prevents infection, skin breakdown, and falls that often happen in the shower. We learned these important aspects of a bed bath’s preventative care properties in our textbook.

I was surprised to discover that the bed bath was also a unique touch based experience. A proper bed bath is a cooperative effort between the nursing assistant and the elder. The water should be “just right”; not too hot, and not too cold. The entire event is a repetitive process -wash, rinse, dry- that moves predictably from the face to the arms, chest, legs, back, perineum area, and buttocks. The speed and intensity of each touch must take into account both the elder’s preference and the nursing assistant’s abilities like a cooperative dance that, if too fast, robs both of a unique bond yet, if too slow, ruins the perfect temperature of the water.

I could always tell that the resident in my care enjoyed his bed bath. Although my clinical instructor quickly became frustrated with my slow pace and the hour long process, I believe that my elder appreciated the extra care. He rarely spoke, and never mentioned the bed bath. However each time that the washcloth touched his face, he would nuzzle into it the way that a puppy wiggles into a quality head rub. Steve’s appreciation of my care could be seen easily on his face, and we developed an unspoken connection as we experienced the power of touch.

-Evan

See the other posts in the series here:

Nursing Assistant Training Part 2: Clinical

Stories from a Nursing Assistant in Training, Part 1

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Nursing Assistant Training Part 2: Clinical

ImageThis is the second in a three-part series written by Evan Chartier, a Colgate student spending his summer training to be a nursing assistant (CNA) and preparing to write about this for his senior thesis.

Most of us know that with age comes the erasure of summer vacation. I thought so too when I found myself waking up at 5:30 in the morning every day last week to take the first bus, and then a train, and finally a short hike to reach the nursing home where I held my first clinical internship. Where did summer “vacation” go? It was disappearing before my dreary eyes knew what hit them. No more sleeping until 7:30 in the morning, like I did for the classroom portion of my nursing assistant training. The merciless summer sun did not wait, and neither would the resident that I was assigned to assist.

My realization that “summer,” as I had come to know it, was suspended for a week, was unmatched by my realization of what summer meant in the nursing home. My peers and I would arrive at eight o’clock every morning after, for many of us, a two hour or more commute. We would immediately wake our residents, usually with a comment about the beautiful summer weather, and struggle to get them ready before breakfast which was only thirty minutes away. The process looks something like this: gather your supplies, undress your resident, give a bed bath to your resident, change their brief, dress your resident, wash their teeth and/or gums with a toothbrush and/or sponge, place them in a comfortable position, and serve breakfast.

Please recall that I woke up at 5:30 each morning to catch the bus at 6:15. It took me a whole 45 minutes to do a very similar set of procedures to get myself ready for the day. Have you ever tied someone else’s shoe laces? It takes at least twice as much time to do something for someone else as it does to do it on your own and for your self. Although I did get faster as the week progressed, I was never able to complete all of these steps to get my resident ready by 8:30. Yet all of the nursing assistants who were employed at our facility had ten residents in their care, and they are responsible for getting each one of them ready before breakfast. If they are not superheroes, I don’t know who is.

The rest of the day shift is pretty relaxed. Shifts at most nursing homes are either from 7am to 3pm, 3pm to 11pm, or 11pm to 7am, and each of them have their advantages and disadvantages. My internship class was basically in charge of the day shift, so after breakfast we would be able to relax with our residents until lunch. Some of the residents were able to walk or be assisted in a wheelchair; other residents, such as my own, required a complete hoyer lift assist to get out of bed. A hoyer lift is basically a crank or electric-hydraulic device that can help caregivers transfer someone from their bed to a wheelchair without picking them up with brute strength, possibly throwing out their back, dropping the resident, or worse in the process. (Picture the contraption used in the word game hangman, only with a sling on the end of the hook that is placed under the person you want to move). The popular thing to do in our nursing home was to get the residents out of bed and into either the dining room, where there were daily activities, or the T.V. room to watch the news. The residents would stay there usually until after they ate lunch around noon. The nursing assistants would typically record any important observations (such as bowel movements, vital sign measurements, and the percent of each meal eaten by each resident) into their flow sheets while we checked our residents’ briefs to see if it was necessary to change them again. If no additional care was needed we would say goodbye to our residents, take off towards the train, pick up some italian ice, and make the (long) journey back to our homes.

Here is the tough part. A lot of people might think that the previous description of life in this particular nursing home, at least during the day shift when I was present, sounds like a relaxed way to live. All of your meals are brought to you, everything you need is located within the building, and there are plenty of activities and time to relax. What could possibly be missing? It took me a whole week to figure it out.

Over the course of an entire week at the nursing home I did not see a single resident go outside. Not once. It took me a whole week to notice that the residents spent, presumably, the entire day inside. It makes sense, after all, since the nursing assistants have an unbelievable amount of work to do just to get their residents up in the morning. Adding another task on top of their already hectic day would greatly diminish the quality of care that they currently provide. However, as an outdoor enthusiast, I can not imagine how invisible my summer would become if I spent my days inside four walls.

Even as I write this observation I am struggling with how I can reconcile my desire for quality care with my respect and admiration for the nursing assistants and nursing home staff that I encountered in my clinical internship. It is impossibly difficult to balance criticism with commendation. Believe me, the students I worked with were full of criticism. We were taught to change a resident’s brief every two hours, yet we witnessed our residents sitting unchanged for 5 hours or more. While there seems to be a simple answer –change the resident’s brief more often– it is mathematically impossible to change half a dozen briefs every two hours if it takes a half hour to transfer the resident back into their bed using the hoyer lift, undress them, change their brief, redress them, and transfer them back into their wheelchair. We can advocate for a lower nursing assistant to resident ratio, however the rising costs of healthcare in this country would put such care out of reach for many elderly people, not to mention being unrealistic for our struggling federal medical support programs.

In a recent conversation with my research supervisor and adviser, Professor Loe, I was reminded about the Green House Project that promotes a client-centric model of care that emphasizes independence. According to their website, the Green House Project also espouses an “innovative staff model” that “gives residents four times more contact and reduces staff turnover,” both important factors in improving the overall quality of care. The Green House Project demonstrates how the challenges that I faced during my clinical internship are largely due to institutional policy and structure rather than CNAs and individual decisions.

It seems clear to me that change is necessary. I just hope that my research this summer will help me see what change I should advocate for.

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Stories from a Nursing Assistant in Training, Part 1

ImageThe students who take “Sociology of the Life Course” at Colgate University with me, go on to do amazing things. In the next few installments, I have asked a few of these students to guest blog about their experiences in “the field,” as we say. Evan, a rising senior, is spending his summer training to be a certified nursing assistant (CNA) and writing about this for his senior thesis. Here is part one of his adventures in nursing!

Dear Readers,

Have you ever wondered about the people who provide the vast majority of institutionalized care work in our country? As a multi-dimensionally privileged, healthy, able bodied, American born male I may not have encountered a nursing assistant since I was born over twenty four years ago. Yet over the course of the last four weeks I have come to intimately know dozens of home health aides and nursing assistant students. So…who are these people that I have quickly learned to admire? Our group of twenty nursing assistant students have faithfully commuted up to four hours each day, and we have consistently shown up for class every day over the last four weeks. Many of us have children, full time jobs, or both; several students, both with and without children, come to class every morning after working long night shifts at a psychiatric hospital. Class is never easy, but these students magically stay awake hour after hour both in the classroom and in the skills lab.

The traditional textbook and classroom portion of our learning has been completed and we will now transition into the clinical section of our nursing assistant training. I am particularly nervous about this section of our training. Learning to change a brief and provide perineal care to an elderly person is no walk in the park, and I am still unsure how well a book can prepare me for the journey on which I am about to embark. I even had to relearn how to wash my hands properly! Although many of my peers have taken care of children and/or elderly parents before, I have zero experience providing care for either demographic. I have never changed a diaper or brief, fed someone, given a bed bath, or dressed anyone other than myself. Even though I have perhaps the least amount of care work experience of all of the students in the class, I am relieved to know that we are all nervous, and I believe we will grow as individuals and as a class through whatever next week has in store for us.

Our teacher has a tough job. Over the last eighteen years she has brought thousands of people out of unemployment, launched innumerable careers, and empowered her students with the knowledge necessary to successfully compete in the medical field. As a student in her Home Health Aide and Nursing Assistant training course, I can also attest to the difficult challenges that face her unique teaching environment; her current class of twenty students speak nearly a dozen languages, come from as many countries, and all of us must be trained to provide quality care to an even wider range of patients, residents, and clients. Our next week of clinical practice in a local nursing home will be as much a test of our newly developed skills as it will be a testament to her adaptability as a professional nurse and educator.

Want to hear more about the daily life of a nursing assistant? Want to know what it is like to change a brief, give a bed bath, or use a hoyer lift for the first time? Stay tuned for next time, when I write about my first experiences in nursing home care work.

Best,

Evan