So, my friend Shannon's a "garden girl" . She's basically the best scrapper I know... and I'm TOTALLY happy for her, but of course, I am feeling a little anxious about my life in the scrapbook world. Sometimes, because I am a fool, I do those sorts of things. I fear that I've mad my life into one giant competition at times, always wanting to be the best at everything.
Anyway, we were talking about how I get recognized at Costco by my patients at the hospital, and they always say they'll always remember me and that I did a great job, but sometimes I forget what a HUGE deal I really am.
Can any of you remember your labor nurses? I have been lucky both times and have really felt that my nurses came through for me. Helped with the pain and made a difference. In fact, I am a better nurse because of my first nurse who "fudged" my exam to get me an epidural a tad earlier. Many, many women have been helped by her little gesture.
Of course, at times I am sad I don't get any "free" product from these hours at work (Shannon's quick to remind me that by the hours I work I could buy a whole store-load). Today, however, my sweet patient gave me a candle. A very YUMMY, YUMMY smelling candle. She's a candle distributor, and now, this isn't the first gift I got, but for some reason tonight it was special. Her husband handed it to me and thanked me for being so great. And for a moment I realized that it didn't matter that I'm not the best labor nurse in the world, but that I truly make a difference every time I dawn those scrubs and that I need to leave scrapbooking where it is, a hobby. Because, for the 8 (or less) hours together I really am the best labor nurse they have.
In other news, Spencer is the cutest monster EVER. More on that later.