OB clinicals transpired this week. I was fortunate to witness a c-section and vaginal birth. While some folks determine after this experience that they never want to have children, I truly was stunned at the endurance of the human body, the struggle it is to come in to this world, and the fact that any of us make it here alive.
I also was able to cut the umbilical cord, and it was a fantastic moment, as I tend to live in the future, wondering if my cut has anything to do with if they'll be an "innie" or an "outie" (I don't think so, but hey), and if I'll ever see this child again at the some point in the future.
Day one was fantastic; I was paired with a knowledgeable nurse who took the time to explain the science behind labor and delivery. We poured over fetal heart strips, and I left feeling like I am one kick-butt nursing student. Day two, not so much. My assigned nurse wasn't interested in me, wouldn't let me do a thing, not even take vitals on mom, and so I left that unit discouraged. I did however witness a circumcision, and once more left with the thought that it really wasn't that bad. Maybe the baby was just exceptionally brave/non-reactive to pain.
Do I have baby fever? No. I'm just here for the ride, enjoying the last few weeks of nursing school, shocked and stunned that I am coasting into my final week and two days before I have conquered year one. There's much to do in the meantime, and with some perseverance, I'll make it through this next (crazy) week with few bumps.
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