I just wanted to post about me for a minute. The day of Maggie’s episode, as we call it, I went for a job interview at Northside to work in Labor and Delivery as a nurse. I was offered the job, and I was supposed to start the next week. Everything was put on hold indefinitely pending Maggie’s recovery. Now that Maggie is doing so well, I have started to work. I am not working a lot. In fact, after orientation, I only HAVE to work 4 days a month, and I am only working 8 hour shifts! This is a drastic change from being a nurse midwife where I was working upwards of 90 hours each week.
I am working for two reasons. The first reason is the money. We could survive without the money, but we have hospital bills (shocker right?) and the costs of three babies who go to the doctor quite often. It is amazing how fast copays add up! The second reason I am going back to work is because I miss the work and the people. That’s right! I have missed working. I have missed critically thinking, the rush of adreneline with each labor and delivery, and I have desparately missed the people. I am so happy to be back among friends. I am happy to help provide just enough money to pay of bills and buy “fun stuff.”
Raj is a fantastic Daddy. He is taking care of the trio while I work. I am working from 3p-11p, so it really works with our schedules. I am also mostly working weekends because that is easiest for us. It is so nice to be able to go to work and not worry about him or the kiddos! In fact, I don’t have too much guilt about going to work because I know the babies are having special Daddy time and being taken care of.
I started on the floor last night. It was wonderful! Our first labor patient ended up with a c-section. We went back into the same OR where I delivered. It was weird to be back in that room. It brought back floods of memories for me. I looked at the three warmers in the room, and if I had not been working, I would have cried thinking about my babies laying there helpless and receiving oxygen. I think that room will always hold a special place in my heart. Now when I see I patient laying on the OR table, I know exactly what they are feeling.
I just wanted to share a little bit about what is going on in my life. I love my life. I would not choose to have anyone else’s life. It is hard, fun, wonderful, and fulfilling. I couldn’t want anymore.
I love you all.