In preparation for the coming of Miss Little Tate we are moving!
So this is not my birth story but it the story of my beautiful friend Heather and the birth of her even more beautiful daughter. I was so blessed and honored to be able to be part of such a miraculous experience and part of such a huge part of her life!
Thank you Heather!
Pregnancy and birth is the most amazing miracle of God! Every single detail is so perfectly pieced together by our creator. From the way Heather (a now new mom) who had never been through birth before knew exactly what she needed to do when it needed to be done to the way Violett also worked on making her entrance into the world (not as stubborn as expected)
I don’t think there is anyway to put into words the experience of being a part of it all. So I won’t try at this time…. I will leave that feat for my own birth.
The day after Violett was born I was driving to school (my think time) thinking about the amazing experience I had just had, going over the whole day in my mind. Besides the miraculous part of it all and the fact that every time I think about it I cant help but be in awe of and praise God, I also having been thinking a lot about another aspect of the day that I did not expect. Nursing (and the professional kind not the kind that is also called lactation or breastfeeding).
During the time I spent with Heather in the hospital I was very disappointed in the staff…except Nurse Nancy, blessings to her she was amazing. Nancy was Heathers labor nurse and she was incredible. But a lot of the other nurses that day I was not impressed with. The hospital is not the most enjoyable place and I feel that the staff can make it a pleasurable stay or an unpleasant one. Two nurses stick out in my mind- One who was a pediatric nurse and gave Violett her bath and so on. She was wonderful as far as getting what she was supposed to be doing done BUT she was very curt and I do not believe she learned the skill of discretion very well…and the other who was the first Nurse that Heather and Violett experienced when they were moved into the “Mother Baby Unit” was put simply a crab. It was the end of her shift and apparently she had had a bad day…. that is fine but I do not think it should follow you into a patients room, especially one that just went through labor and birthed a child. And actually any patient who ends up in the hospital is worse off that day than your day. Nursing should be about the patient and for these two nurses on this particular day it clearly wasn’t.
I have been struggling with I am in nursing and why I have chosen to do what I am doing and these two nurses made me think about this even more.
I want my nursing career to me more than a job that pays my bills. I want to it to be about each and every patient I interact with. I want to be the nurse that makes the worst day of someone’s life just a little bit better
And so why am I doing what I am doing?
I am learning the skills of a nurse in order to serve and add to the medical field at least one nurse who genuinely cares and is not just one who is experiencing another day on the job.
All that said I am glad I am realizing this now because maybe just maybe I will have learned enough by now to enjoy every minute of this next phase of my life—nursing school, motherhood, and the continued wifehood. I hope that I savor every minute of these things (mostly motherhood) so that I can remember every detail and remember how much I enjoyed it instead of wishing I had taken the time to enjoy it more.
So a lesson to all - specifically you who are jealous of where I am at in life----Enjoy where you are at because you may never be there again.
On another note….
I am addicted to pickles at this particular time. I can’t get enough. Actually typing and thinking about them is currently making me think I need one.
I felt this little miracle move (for sure) last Saturday, I can’t wait until I can feel it more consistently!
I have less than 4 weeks left until this semester is over!
I usually love cooking but currently hate it, mostly because nothing appeals to me besides pickles so therefore I can’t think of what to cook……my poor Husband.
Our ultrasound is scheduled for May 11th I think that is really far away and I might sneak into the free clinic and find out what gender this little one is before then, if Evan can get away from work.
I am pretty sure Roxi barked earlier and the baby jumped and now is quite active.
I think that’s all for now. Love you all!
A picture from the past for fun!
