Monday, August 29, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
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Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
I remember going with my dad to buy flowers for my mom--a plant with tiny purple and yellow buds--and going to visit my mom and my next baby sister when I was 5. I remember the bed went up and down. I remember it was sunny. Mostly I remember my mom was there and she was away for what seemed like so long. She had bundled outfits together for me in my drawer before she left, so my dad wouldn't have to match.
And then when i was seven, I remember waiting with my sister and a nurse in a dimly lit room with a tv in what seemed like the middle of the night. I remember the excitement and anticipation and i loved it, even when my brother appeared in my dads arms all wrinkly and red and unattractive and I thought--"oh, too bad for our family. We will love him anyway."
I knew my dad worked at the hospital and I knew whenever we were here it was because something exciting was happening--my friend was getting a sibling or my sister was getting her tonsils out and that came with Popsicles and a balloon bouquet that almost destroyed me I was so jealous. Sometimes we got to visit my dad and he got to wear blue jammies and make balloons out of latex gloves. The hospital was a mysterious adventure.
In high school a friend said once that she hated hospitals, and she had good reason-- a grandparent dying slowly and the smell of the place. I announced that i loved hospitals....well...because they are fun. And dim and cozy and....(here I tried to be poetic and intelligent)...people go there to heal.
I had no other extensive experience with hospitals until my first day of clinicals in nursing school. I learned a lot. All the patients were so old. And most of them cranky. There were no doctors....where are the doctors!? Ah. They come around once a day, to round, and then they disappear. The hospital I was at was not the cozy carpeted private facility I had known back in the baby days, this was cold and white and yes, had a distinct smell. The rooms were not sunny. No one blew up gloves.
And yet I still loved it. There was so much to learn and so many crazy conditions I hadn't known existed. It was another world and I was going to be a part of it! I got to wear scrubs. I found out what the human body actually looks like, minus the editing. Things that would once shock became every day. There were awesome people, both patients and nurses and although every day was not wonderful, every day was still an adventure.
I especially loved it at night. Things slowed down and it was quiet. Sometimes even cozy again. Our hospital is up on the mountain and at night the whole city stretches out before you, twinkling in the black or blanketed with snow. I would take a deep breath and look out the window when I got over-stressed. Or when I did something stupid in front of a patient. Or when I had a patient who didn't know who I was or what was going on and was scared and upset. Wouldn't take their meds, let me listen to their lungs, wouldn't just go to sleep. Or when someone died.
My first death in nursing school was good. She was very, very old and her whole family was there. The nurses knew it was coming before the family did and I was a little shocked and offended at how casually they discussed it. It wasn't familiar to me yet. It was still mystical and not to be mentioned. She was our patient, mine and my preceptor's. There was a hospice nurse there, a southern black woman who knew the patient well. She was smiling and hugging everyone. A grandson ran out of the room sobbing. When she died I was out in the hall with the hospice nurse. The family let out a collective cry and the nurse announced "Oh well done, Hallelujah!" and rushed in to hand out more hugs. That's how I decided I wanted to be. The family kept crying, holding her hands, but they were smiling. It was warm and dim and cozy.
My first nursing job was short lived, just 5 months. I was there when the hospital opened and a lot of kinks needed to be worked out. Staffing kinks too. Lots of new grads. I cried a lot, I hated 12 hour shifts, I made dumb mistakes. I loved the patients. The views from our new giant rooms were incredible and I worked mostly nights. I was able to sit and talk for an hour once with a woman at night in her room when she was lonely. I cried with a patient whose doctors came in and told him there was nothing left to do while we were discussing a sitcom. I prayed with a woman. I broke down in happy tears when a catheter finally went in and the bladder emptied. In the end it was staffing issues, and exhaustion that made me leave. Our manager thought it made sense to work two nights and a day shift every week. Once she scheduled me for 24 straight hours. Finally she called and told me I had to work the following night, even though I had I requested it off three months prior, had covered a sick call last minute that week and had a friend flying in from out of state to see a concert for her birthday.
When I resigned she tried to convince me to stay and told me I was a good nurse. That my patients loved me. That just gave me more confidence to go.
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Friday, August 12, 2011
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Have you tried these? They are delish. Probably somewhat better for you than a cookie so you can go with that idea as you eat the whole Costco box. Which is why I only have an empty wrapper to take a picture of.
The Ipad. I didn't know I needed one until my dad offered to help pay for one so Ella wouldn't always be demanding to play Monkey Preschool Lunchbox on his. It changes EVERYTHING. The world will never be the same.
Friday, August 05, 2011
So I'm just going to stick with my own lashes for the time being. With make up they really are fine, and I don't look too much like Creepy Robin Hood like I do in picture 2 above. In a few weeks they will have grown back in, and will always seem wimpy and sad compared to the Sleeping Beauty lashes I briefly enjoyed.
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
It also means that suddenly I have to buckle down on Charlotte and Lily's tree for the Festival of Trees. This is the big main fundraiser for our local children's hospital, Primary Children's
Medical Center, where my girls received much of their care. We decorate and donate an artificial tree in honor of my girls which will then be auctioned off, the proceeds to benefit the hospital. We did a butterfly tree in 2009 for Charlotte which sold for over $3000, which was amazing, and also most likely beginner's luck.
You may remember we are doing a carousel theme this year to fit with the awesome carousel horse we were given by some friends and neighbors shortly after Lily's funeral. See below if you have forgotten her to see how she currently looks, quietly awaiting her days of glory in my basement. I have also received some donations via our paypal button for which we are very grateful, as well as a couple gift cards which I am saving for last minute items. I hit up my parents last week and asked if they would like to buy the pre-lit tree itself again this year, and they accepted my offer to be a vital part of our project.
I just wanted to show you what we have so far and get any input.
I'm not sure what to do with these little guys. They are quite cute really, and originally I thought I could just spray paint them all gold or silver. I'm not incredibly artistic but they could be so, so gorgeous, you know? Anyone have any bright ideas? These could look great or very cheesy. These I found on sale and bought 25 of them. (update--went back to Sundancecatalog.com, they were down to clearance, so bought more, now have 50.) I wanted something to represent the mirrors and jewels you often see on carousels. I'm fairly pleased with them, but might change out the ribbons.
I'm not sure if we will use these. I have a couple boxes of them I originally bought for Charlotte's "Princess Pea" tree (one of her nicknames) which then I didn't do because I had two newborns, one being Lily, who was in the hospital at the time. I still may do the Princess Pea tree in couple of years so am not sure if I will save these or not. Guess it depends on what else I find. The big carousel horse has a lot of pink and green which would make these ornaments perfect, but the small carousel animals have more jewel tones, which I am thinking I would rather focus on for this one. Green and Blue and Gold and Silver. Red or purple accents. Thoughts?
And here is the star of the show. Isn't she lovely?
We have been assigned spot F-1 which is a corner lot. Which is good but also bad as it means we have a lot of room to fill.
Thank you to everyone who has donated to our tree! I have been so touched! Doing the tree in 2009 was so healing and a wonderful way to celebrate Charlotte and the wonderful Christmas Season. Decorating day is at the end of November and the festival runs the first few days in December. If you are local and have never been you should really go. There are so many awesome trees to check out. It's the kick off to my Christmas season, (if you don't count the day after Halloween, which is my official kick off day. Heh heh. I just can't get enough.)
I would love to hear any ideas or inspiration you have!
Thanks for checking in!