back at work!

I was really nervous about going back to work this past weekend. I had butterflies in my stomach and felt like a student all over again worrying about going to clinical...I even laid my scrubs out with socks and my shoes that morning! I have no idea what I was worrying about...maybe that I had forgotten what I had been doing for the past 4 years in 4 months? Although I was a bit rusty with some techniques (for you curious nurses, placing an IUPC with Dr. L on the spot, sitting at the monitor drawers contemplating what the freaking thing looked like since I did one in orientation and that is it, having him coach me through it...was it that obvious that I had no idea what i was doing even though I was doing my darnedest to pretend like I did), but survived. I worked with awesome nurses that picked up my slack. Saturday I night felt like I had never left in the fact that getting ready felt routine even down to the slight hope that I might be put on call. Sunday night was a breeze with only 3 pts on the postpartum floor. I'm glad I just completely jumped back into things, it made it a ton easier. I came home and luckily Brad let me sleep all weekend, waking up to Ethan just wanting to be cuddled (heart breaker). He also sat at the door screaming as I was walking to the car "wait for ME, WAIT FOR ME"...yes I was 2 seconds from quiting my job! One thing I do know, is working makes me really appreciate my family when I get home.

Brad did such a good job with the boys, getting up with Gavin, feeding the kids and tending them all day and night for the weekend! He looked so exhausted by Sunday evening I almost felt guilty going to work! My neighbor agreed to watch Ethan in the morning for me, so I could rest. It worked out really great (thanks Cynthia) and I didn't feel like I was running on empty today. Things are good, life is good... lets hope it stays this way!