This would be what I like to call the "better late than never" edition...
November 15:
I have yet to figure out how in the world it's now the day after Thanksgiving, and I have posted nothing in almost two weeks -- including missing last week's summary saturday (which is actually ready to go and just never got posted).
Ack!
My hot Friday night plans certainly include cleaning out the cobwebs around here and checking in to see what everyone else has been up to lately. Hopefully everyone has enjoyed there Thanksgiving and found themselves with an abundance of things to be thankful for.
I am a student. I have been accepted to medical school. While not frequently mentioned, these are the facts.
But I am also a nurse -- that was my original degree, and one that I still use. My background? Labor and Delivery. There is a bit of the rest of OB thrown in - NICU, Nursery, Mother/Baby, but Labor and Delivery is the thing I know best - the part of me that I can't forget...even when there are some days that I want to.
Although I am a nurse, I rarely talk about work, although I am really not sure why -- the stories that I have reach to the sky and back, both good and bad. And I won't lie - labor and delivery can be a highly entertaining place to be. It is stressful and tiring, happy and sad, and every other emotion under the sun, all packaged up to fit in a newborn sized diaper.
I see patients of all different ages, sizes, races, backgrounds. Last night I had a patient who was having her first boy -- she had daughters, although her daughters were grown. Admission, labor, epidural, yada yada yada, delivery. And then there was the look on her face -- the same rush of love an emotion that I see on every face, every time. But this one was different too. Because she had grown children already, she watched that little new person change from as new as it gets to all grown up in about three seconds. There is almost no way to describe that look, but I can promise you this -- when you see it, you will know it. And when you see it, it will be stunning.
Those diapers that look so teeny tiny? They hold more in them than you would ever guess -- an entire lifetime of hopes and dreams and wishes can fit into those little diapers.
This week I actually have tons of shots to choose from, which rarely seems to happen anymore. I haven't, of course, found the time to process or sort most of the shots yet, but these are two of my favorites for sure...just count those faces, ALL smiling and ALL looking at the camera!
November 8:
Clearly the world is coming to an end or something...because I actually have something to share for Crafty Tuesday!
Birthday Cards!
FOUR.
Four is a lot of things, when you think about it. The number of sides in a square. The number of doors in a sedan. Four archangels. The minimum height requirement for some roller coasters. The number of time zones in the continental United States. The number of times I can answer the same question before I start to get a little testy. Four Matriarchs of Judaism. The number of cups in a quart. Four Seasons. The Fantastic Four. Four Gospels.
Four chambers in a human heart.
And I'm pretty sure every single one of my four chambers has pieces of you in it.
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