i'm at the end of the second week at my new job working as an admin. assistant for a midwife in town. her name is carey. she has stories that you would not believe. and most of them are told over tea in the kitchen, which is here in the clinic. an old 4 story house in the enchanting part of des moines.
her knowlege is endless and her experience surpasses it, and she's funny. she loves children & she lets them dress her up. she listens to them like real people.
yesterday she did not sleep because 2 of her clients were in labor at the same time. one here in the birthing center. one was transferred to the hospital. how she managed and manuvered is something truely spectacular.
the woman who birthed here had to drive from ocseola while her contractions were 10 minutes apart. the other womans, a first time mom, water broke almost 72 hours before she had the baby. fortunately she was spared c-section but carey believes it's accupuncture that saved her. NO SLEEP WHILE IN LABOR FOR 72 HOURS. even carey was amazed.
so i'm watching & asking questions. and i could do that probably for another 5 years before i would even begin to scrape the surface.
birth is scary sometimes. i cannot imagine being in a hospital for it. but i understand some people don't have the choice.
having rough times with the boyfriend these days. it's sad, but as much as he wants to be ready, it seems as though something is holding him back. and it's starting to wear on my heart. so i'm gonna start dating jesus again. i miss him a lot right now. and i see that my relationship has kept me from pursuing my most important love. and the deal is, it's not j.'s fault. it's mine. but i have to shift gears. i have to pull-back & redirect myself.
had white chicken chili & 3 cornbread muffins for lunch & now i have to poop. THANKS DIGESTIVE ENZYMES!
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I think I have read this entry seven times. Really seven! With each paragraph I think of witty heartfelt things to say to my friend and then I read that last line and I laugh and everything flies from my brain. How does one comment on an entry that ends with pooping?
So I am just going to be blunt and boring because I don't want to lurk.
The job sounds amazing and perfectly suited for you. I think I have told you before that a I went to a midwife when I was pregnant with Nyla and unfortunately could not go back to her with my second because of an insurance switch! How ridiculous!
Sorry about the man troubles. I think with each relationship one learns about themselves immensly. Each try is also another stepping stone toward the perfect one. You learn more about yourself which in turn helps you learn more about what qualties a person needs to posess to be the right one for you.
Also because you stumped me on this I wrote an entry about farting a couple days ago. Just for you my sweets.
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