I have so many stories to tell that I'm not sure where to start. For sure, there really isn't time to write! At the moment, I'm on night float, which means that most nights are 13-15 hours of what varies from intermittent visits to the floor for labor checks, to nights where the moment-to-moment is filled with with frantic running and paperwork and emergency c-sections for abrupting placentas. Tonight is more along the lines of the first category. I almost hate to say it; superstition is strong on the OB floor and nothing brings in the labors like the words "It's sure quiet tonight."
My favorite moments are about 4 am, when the nurses are bringing the babies in to the nursery to be weighed, and sometimes fed. I get to snuggle little nuggets to my heart's content, and give them back when it's convenient.
I'm convinced, altogether, that I have the coolest job. It's a little scary at times--I feel overwhelmed and I hate it when I make mistakes. I get frustrated with my limitations and I would love to jump ahead and do more. But even when I'm tired, I'm content. It's good.
Nate is here, as well, and he's settling into life in Tennessee, with me. We're counting down to the wedding and I'm trying to fit planning and buying into this wacky schedule. But the best nights are when it's slow and he can come in to eat dinner with me here. He's pretty wonderful.
Time for more labor checks. There will be more stories about cervixes or cervici or whatever the plural is, and they'll be gross and horrifying and funny, but for now my update is that I really like my life here. It's going to be a good one. I like the people I'm with and I love Nathan, and what I'm learning to do is amazing. Off to catching ALL the babies!
