I'm not going to write much about my job here. My for-actual-money job, not my most-important-ever job. I love my job. I feel so blessed and thrilled that I get to be a labor and delivery nurse. I mean, seriously. I get paid to help women give birth. It's just a little bit awesome. It's also really important to me to respect my patients' privacy, and as much as I'd love to share the details of every birth, it's not really appropriate. Plus, I'm slowly learning to leave work at work - when my job is good, it's darn near perfect, but when it's bad it's really heartbreaking.
So anyway. Not much about my job.
But I will say this, I am so lucky to have the great coworkers I do. I had to drop something off for my boss today so I took Kid4 in with me to visit. Everyone gushed about how gorgeous she is (makes a mama proud) and took turns holding her. Because they are all nurses, they all washed their hands before touching her (makes a mama very happy) without me having to say one word. And because they are all labor and delivery nurses, everyone congratulated me on my awesome birth, cheered for me that Kid4 was born with no pain medication, praised me for breastfeeding so well that she's such a satisfied little chunky monkey, and in general just lifted me up in every way. I love that I work with such wonderful, supportive people. I really do.
