Big News! I might have to be changing my blog's website soon! That's right folks, despite my HATRED for moving, sometimes when you are offered an amazing option, you just have to take it! Emily and I have decided, after careful consideration (on her part anyway, I was more impulsive with my decision) to live together!!! My lease here is up on July 31st, so come August, the Ward sisters will be reunited under the same roof again! I think it will be an adventure, and SO MUCH FUN!!! I have to admit though, since making the decision to look for a new place together, I feel some sadness about the idea of leaving my little house on Oregon St. I feel like this is really the place where I became an adult, and I decorated it, and made it my own, and the thought of doing it all over again is a little daunting, but Em and I are gonna have such a blast! Something to look forward to- I'm sure will both get some good blog posts from the whole thing.
The rest of my life is, the same. Work is...work.It's been pretty bipolar around the OB unit lately. Either we are totally full, every room in use and people waiting in the halls, OR we have so few patients that we have to send nurses home because there isn't enough happening to keep all of us busy. As someone put it, "It's either feast or famine around here". That kind of up and down is starting to get a little exhausting. I think the honeymoon stage just is over. I still totally love my job, don't get me wrong, but I am starting to let the little things get to me. I don't go into work anymore in the morning with any high expectations about how the day is going to go. If anything, based on the last month or so, I go into work in the morning assuming that the day is going to be challenging and hard, and then get pleasantly surprised when it goes otherwise. A positive change has occurred despite all the chaos: When things go wrong (which they are bound to with at least one patient a day if you have 6-7), I am finding myself more and more capable of fixing the problem. I no longer have internal panic attacks when a postpartum patient hemorrhages or an antepartum patient goes into labor. And I feel like the doctors and other staff really treat me with respect and expect the same out of me as they do from the nurses with 15+ years of experience.
Friday, two out of my 4 patients spoke exclusive Spanish. Yeah. I don't speak any Spanish. No bueno. And while I fumbled with the 10-15 words I do know, I found that when my mouth got all "accent-y" I just start spitting out random French words. So then I get all kinds of "this lady is LOCO" looks from the patients and their families. Saturday, I was in the nursery, and, because I'm slightly cursed, we had 4 new babies before 10 am, and two new babies between 6:30 and 7 pm. Oh, those babies. Good thing they're so darn cute! (Belle Kristin, 3 months)
so like where is my new baby?????
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