RN

I am a nurse.  Being a nurse is so many things.  Being a nurse can be hard, it truly is downright disgusting at times as well as incredibly frustrating. There are absolutely days that I am jealous of my friends who stay at home with there babes and don't struggle with the work and life balance act.
But there are also some days in between the tiring, exhausting, and sad days that make it all the work well worth it. Those are the days that I walk out of work at 7am with a little bounce in my step. The other day, I know I made a difference in someone's life. I know that because of me, change has been put into motion. Sometimes the greatest gift that being a nurse has given me is a little bit of perspective. Yes, perspective is hard when your are a Mom. We are all striving to be the best Mommas possible. From nap times to sign language to breast feeding and preschool, we are all just trying to figure it all out. My work helps to remind me to give myself a break and say that I am doing the best job possible.  Being a nurse and seeing people at their most difficult hour can make my worries seem so small and remind me that the greatest gift of all is our health.

Get your minute

Being a mother is hard. Recently a couple of my friends have had their first babies and it has brought me back to Lucy's first days home and how wonderful but HARD it was. We thought Lucy was such a good baby in the hospital because she was all zonked out from her journey exiting the womb. But when we got her home, she made a habit of screaming for three plus hours every night while we paced the dark halls of our home. I remember breaking down to Mike one day because I admitted that I kept calling Lucy by another friend's baby's name and wondering if we chose the wrong name and why I couldn't remember my own baby's name. I remember how Mike and I would get into bed and want to discuss our day with each other but instead we would just say, "Get your minute of sleep." Yes at that time, we were getting minutes of sleep at a time. So funny now but the reality was not so funny.

A year later, I can't believe all those little minutes are gone and our little baby girl is a one year old. She has opinions. Crazy, right! Opinons from a one year old! Ha. She loves the swing at the park and pouts when I put her in her stroller to go home, she is yet to meet a food that she doesn't like her most recent favorite being dill pickles, she loves bath time and demands at least one read of "Bath Time" by Sandra Boyton, and she is always moving- on a rare occasion she will stay still for a few minutes for you to cuddle her up and sometimes I wonder if she loves Nana more that Momma because she throws her whole body in Nana's arms at the first sight of her. Our happy girl brings us so much joy we feel so blessed to be able to watch her grow every day.