The last three months have been a whirlwind to say the least.
Where to start? Back in January I was getting ready to have a baby…which I did, on January 16th. It was a planned C-Section that quickly became emergent, and I was glad the physicians were there and I was literally on the OR table when everything happened. Nobody’s 100% sure why it happened, but my placenta abrupted, BP dropped drastically, baby’s heart rate dropped precipitously (I never heard it on the machine…hey, I’m a nurse, I was a bit more aware of everything going on than I would have liked). Baby was a little limp, a little quiet, a little blue….but within minutes she was screaming and things were finally beginning to calm down a bit.
Recovery was not nearly as bad as I imagined it might have been. I do wish someone would have warned me about the entire business of ‘milk coming in’ and engorgement. I woke up wondering if I had received plastic surgery (and again wondering how people can voluntary lay themselves on an OR table for vanity-especially for boobs).
During my hospital stay I had the baby on one side, hospital paperwork on the other, and journal articles for school in front of me. That’s the kind of semester it’s been. There was no room or time to fall behind, even though I often felt like I was playing catch up and barely surviving the semester. 10 days after surgery I had to attend one class (which I can’t believe the professors were so adamant about me attending). 4 weeks out of surgery I was back in class and starting my clinical rotation.
There were papers to write, a research poster to develop, so many readings, lectures to learn and understand, a pilot certification exam to take, projects galore, videos to watch…it never ended.
But it will soon!
My last day of class for the semester is this Tuesday. I am essentially done with all exams and class work right now.
Since I started clinical 4 weeks late (missing 8 days or 80 hours worth), I will continue going to clinical and writing tedious and time consuming reflection logs over the break.
And…my research poster somehow was selected to be displayed at a critical care research dinner, which means I need to tweak the poster and reread the articles/studies described in my poster. And I have to attend the dinner. The whole thing scares me because I’m convinced they didn’t mean to pick my poster.
The one thing I haven’t been able to do is meet up with friends or go running or go to the gym. I was able to do so up until spring break, but then everything started tumbling out of control. I’m hoping that this week I’ll be able to start running again though and hopefully begin to feel a little more comfortable in my skin (and clothes).
On top of school and baby, we received our orders and have been trying to find a house. I’m not sure where we’re going wrong, but apparently buying a house in cash and/or waiving appraisals is en vouge right now. In other words, we’re borderline homeless.
It’s a lot on my plate, and I don’t necessarily recommend doing everything at once (although trust me, it’s not everything…where is the running??? the exercising??? the socializing??? Those three things are my personal glue!). My mom has been living with us, helping us out tremendously and we couldn’t do any of this without her. I owe both my mom and dad the biggest THANK YOU for getting me through this time.
Oh wait…were you wanting to know about Colette Emmeline?? She is wonderful. A happy baby who smiles a lot, babbles when she wants, and holds her head up high when we hold her. She hates tummy time, but loves sleeping on her stomach in the crib (which thankfully the doc has given us the OK). Yesterday she finally got her ears pierced and was quite the trooper. She loves to go out, and gets wide eyed when we put her in the car seat. I love the life & light I see in her eyes….she always seems aware of what’s going on around her.
I can’t wait to hear her laugh and actually talk….something tells me I have a ways to go…