Let’s be real. Starting anything new is a little terrifying and overall exciting wrapped into one big package. I am a nurse and a mom and being both those things is incredibly hard. I also actually started being a nurse when I was 32 and my daughter was only 5. and I was the only parent present. We were only really starting then. But more later….that’s enough background for one post.
Today: This is Day 3 of my time off in a row this week and I couldn’t be happier or feeling any better than right this second. I am OFF. The kids are at school and I am ALONE with coffee! I can breathe in my house and think one thought at a time without the “Hey Mom!” and “Guess what?!” coming at me every five seconds. I get to be just me right now.
Does anyone ever feel like they just don’t know who they are once they converge motherhood and nurse-hood together? OR they do know, but they are still in the merging process? I feel like this all the time….like I am who I used to be before nursing, also who I am now, in addition to the person I am now becoming a mesh of all the forms before that and then also mom me. It’s whacky and unorganized, but then tries to be the MOST organized three days a week from the hours of 7:00 AM to 7:00 PM for my shifts at the hospital.
More later,
Laurel
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