[And I just got off the phone with my nursing supervisor-- and it sounds like this all could still change-- but for now, here goes...]
You may remember, days before delivering Beckham, I "lost my job".
Gallons of tears were shed, and finally I decided to be my own advocate, and I went to some of the doctors I work for and pleaded my case.
I have a really good relationship with most of the physicians of our practice and I think that, plus the pathetic sight a wailing 9 month pregnant girl, played to my benefit.
Chanda and I were given the call hours for these hours our office would no longer be open.
(meaning we work only 2 nights now, but make a few bucks more, and never have to leave our homes-- plus no gas bill)
I went in to deliver Beckham with a smile from ear to ear!
This awful situation had turned into my perfect scenario for a job.
Also, during this time, a physician who found my blog through my friend Kristen contacted me about a position in her practice.
Although, honored, I really couldn't give it much thought.
I had been verbally promised my dream job with a company I love.
I felt overwhelmingly blessed that she reached out to me...
I thought it was a true testament to her heart
But I had to decline her offer.
[This did, however, validate my idea that you just have to be honest about your situations in life-- people are willing to help, if they just know how they can.]
And I had to laugh at how that interview might go... she's read me curse, she's read me pray, she's seen pictures of me with my feet in stirrups... I even had a blog titled "I pooped today", There would be no BSing in that interview! If she has read enough, she already knows me! :)
So I was grateful---
on all accounts.
and then things changed.
When Beckham was just a week or 2 old, the 17 doctors had a change of plan.
Night Clinic would not close, now-- but would be much different.
With 17 personalities, it would take a while for me to know exactly what my job would be... and honestly I think it is still all a bit of a cluster but bottom line, I have a job.
(Just not the exact one I had hoped for.)
It rotates offices, only some of the doctors will work it, no pay raise, no more drinks and snacks...
More of a mess-- but still a paycheck.
So now it is time.
I decided to ease back into working-- rather than jumping in head first.
(and yes, I am going back a bit sooner than I did with Maddox)
One night this week.
And the week of the 20th, I go back to my usual 3 nights.
I am no longer going to work every Saturday morning, even though I honestly really enjoyed them.
But I will stay in the mandatory weekend rotation, so I will have to pick up one Saturday or Sunday every month or two.
[Child care will be a major issue once we move back to Haslet-- with Lance working weekends and my mom camping with her girls.
I will have to get creative-- but I will work it out!]
So maternity leave ends for me tonight.
I think I am ready...
I'm definitely not excited,
(especially since I'm not working with my normal partner tonight)
I love pediatric nursing.
I love my job.
I love my friends there.
But I like it in a small quantities. :)
Pray tonight goes well!
When I left, everyone was crying but me.
(well Lance wasn't in tears... but he was a nervous wreck, and pretty close I think!)
It was way easier this time... which makes me feel a bit guilty to admit.
Maddox was crying... and would get himself together enough to whisper, "please don't go momma"--
it was heart wrenching.
Leaving Beckham was the easy part, compared to that!
I went over the basics with Lance--
if he's crying, check his diaper-- feed him-- burp him-- swaddle him-- bounce him-- call me!
I left him plenty of pumped milk....
The little munch worm tore through all of it...
plus 2 ounce of formula...
and was ready to nurse when I walked through the door.
He is a chunk!