Delivery and the spiritual life

Friday, May 26, 2017

If you get a cupcake cake and don't blog it, did it really happen?

Today I saw my first delivery at my new job.

Can I just say that it's crazy that I have a job doing this? I don't understand.

I went into the room just as the patient was getting ready to deliver. I'm not sure how long she'd been pushing, but the OB was all set up and the bed was broken down for maximum positioning.

Before the patient started pushing for this final stretch (terrible accidental pun), the doctor said to her, "You are going to be pushing, and you are going to feel so much pressure, and it will make you want to stop and back away from it. This is when you have to push even harder."

And DANG! If that's not a description of the spiritual life, I'm not sure what is. How many times have I felt that "pressure" in some capacity and wielded to it when I was supposed to lean closer to Jesus? How many times have I felt that desire to skip prayer or finish early when I should have pressed on in my commitments?

I wish I could take my own advice and press on deeply in the faith, but small steps are good starts.

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The crew and me at my brother's graduation

My mama who taught me the beauty of birth.

unrelated obligatory nitro coffee pic


As we go on, we remember...

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

When I was living the Gem Life in all its glory in Statesboro, the team would frequently sing or hum Vitamin C's "Graduation" song.

Well, guess what.


obligatory family photo

Yes, yes I finally checked a long-term goal off the 30430!

Graduation felt special because a friend drove her 19-month-old 5 hours to see me! After spending the last ten or so years traveling to see lots of friends and attend lots of weddings, it was so special that someone was willing to drive to celebrate this special day with me! (I did receive many encouraging texts, facebook posts, and even mail, too!)

Anna and said 19-month-old. <3

Graduation was emotional because I've truly put my blood*, sweat, and tears into this degree. Nurses have a special "pinning" ceremony where you are truly a nurse when you receive your pin. In some programs, they let a nurse in your family pin you. My dad pinned me which of course meant that I cried. We are both the emotional ones in the family, and I think this program has made our relationship so much closer. We really have a special "nurse" bond now. He also talked me down when about 1 week into the first semester I wanted to quit and was crying because I'd failed a pharmacology test.

Becky, who talked about graduation from the start of the program, which really helped me feel like I had actually accomplished something at the end. 

*One time before I had beautiful wood laminate, I was getting ready for clinical simulation (fake patients, usually dying), I stepped on something SHARP which turned out to be a piece of glass from a wine glass (nursing school coping skills) that Gertrude rudely broke without telling me (I didn't see it blended into the carpeting). I called my instructor. I Facetimed a nursing school friend and she took me to get 3 stitches. Since I had been taking 400 mg ibuprofen daily for an injury, the bleeding was a little out of control during the procedure. I provided Hannah with an excellent learning opportunity.

Hannah, who correctly diagnosed my foot as needing further medical advice. 

Nonetheless, graduation was surreal until I got my pin, which was the best part because I know my dad understood what I had gone through to get to this point. Also, so crazy that I was blessed to land my dream job which I start on Monday.

Jim pinning me. Of course, I was first and he was super nervous but I was just so happy. 

We were told we could decorate our caps, and since I hadn't done it for round 1, I made a decision  less than five hours before graduation to decorate it. Simple, simple (because I didn't want to spend much at Hobby Lobby).

When my parents lived in North Carolina, my dad worked nights. Before he would leave for work, my grandpa (my mom's stepdad) would say, "Dig 'em deep." I guess it has become our family motto for "work hard, no matter what you do." Although I did not know my Grandpa Paul very well (honestly most memories were trying not to bother him while he was reading or my mom making me giving him a hug, etc), I can say that he has had a profound impact on my life. This is through the strong work ethic that I have received from my parents and from the value of education which has been impressed upon me by my parents, grandparents, and extended family. 

And then we celebrated.