Now when I worked L&D, the tides, the seasons, the waning moon vs. the full, low-pressure fronts--these all affected business. No joke. You can be skeptical, but I lived it. Especially low-pressure--waters a breakin' everywhere. Anywho. I've been on-call this weekend. It starts 8:30 PM Friday all the way through 7:30 AM Monday. Sometimes we get called in once or twice, the lucky ones don't get called in at all. This weekend? NON-STOP. I had no idea how many appendixes (appendices?) need to come out. We've had appys, an ectopic pregnancy, a hip fracture (middle-aged men should NOT ride unicycles), and a weird hemorrhage following a cervical surgery. I am home again (can't stand the back and forth drive more than anything) and awaiting a call for yet another appy that's in the ER waiting for a CT scan to confirm the need for surgery.
Why am I rambling on? Oh yeah. So. After being up nearly all night Saturday (called in at 9PM, home at 2:30AM, to bed after winding down at 3:30AM) I was called back at 8AM. Got home around 2PM. Took a nap (bless Doug's soul, he took the boys OUT so I could actually fall asleep. I just realized today how much noise and chaos I'm constantly living in). Got a call at 4:20 to come back in! I almost CRIED. So silly but I was/am so tired and we were just about to sit down to a yummy dinner. Bode peed in his pants twice in a matter of minutes and I about lost it and commented that "I am not cut out for this." To which Doug asked, "For being on call?" to which I responded, "No, for parenthood. Well, and maybe on-call too." His response being that I should not make that judgement when I am so tired. So after making said comment it was time for me to hit the door and go back to work. After telling the kids that I had to leave they both came at me for huge hugs and kisses (always open-mouthed from Keegen). Bode literally wrapped himself around my leg. Then he said, and I wish I could remember exactly how he said it, but basically, "Mommy, I very love ya." Oh, I could have just melted. He doesn't often give feedback like that, so when he does it's a treasure. I felt an undeserved one, but made me feel like, hey, maybe I'm doing OK.
Happy Eyes
“Happy the eyes that can close.” --from Cry the Beloved Country
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I'm sure you're doing better than OK. It sounds like you're doing AMAZING! Potty training alone is enough to kill anyone.
So, when I went in for my first hospital tour before Jefferson, I came in during a lightening storm and the nurses looked at me horrified. I told them I wasn't in labor and they were so relieved. They said during electrical storms EVERYONE goes into labor and they were totally full. Ha! How funny what kids of things affect our bodies.
Wow, what a crazy weekend! Hope you are getting to rest up today! :)
Oh, that feedback is SO WONDERFUL!!
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