Monday, March 16, 2009

Running Around Miracles...

Twelve plus hours of running... somewhat disgruntled by the end of the shift we jokingly question each other,"Are we having fun yet?" "No!" is the sing-song chorus. Until that poor, frenzied nurse from the E.R. calls for our ultrasound.
There is a code down there; someone has died. They are working feverishly to resurrect a body...suddenly I am so grateful for my job.
Labor and delivery can be very stressful, yes , but most of the time it's happy. I tend to say, when it's good, it's very, very good and when it's bad it's horrid! A nightmare actually which uninvited seems to force itself into our day. Outwardly, we move calmly , fluidly, expertly through the crisis...inside moments fly, the mind races and there is that familiar and unwelcome sinking feeling in your gut.
Yes, labor and delivery can run you ragged at times but nothing beats the high of a delivery...nothing... It is a miracle every time.

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