On the Eve of Love

You know, for tomorrow (actually, today since it’s now 12:05 am) being the day of love, tonight was sure a bad night at work. WARNING: Pregnant women, don’t read this entry, I’m fairly sure I’ve never had a night this bad.
Trimsomy 18
Dad’s in Iraq
And my favorite manager is leaving us.

Serious, all of that in one night.
It does make you quickly realize that not having the perfect cake, or the perfect marriage, or the perfect family isn’t what it’s all about.
The fact that I can go kiss to warm, heart-beating, breathing little bodies is what’s important.
I am a lucky, lucky gal.
It’s not the valentines that matter, it’s the fact that we’re all here together.

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  1. says

    Is that stillborns, plural?

    Wow, sorry your night was not so fun.

    I will give my healthy, perfect children an extra hug today.

  2. says

    What a sad night. I can only imagine what those parents are going through. It sure makes me grateful for my wild, energetic, messy but healthy kids.

  3. says

    Some of those words I don’t even know how to pronounce. That is why you are a great nurse because you can handle all that.