I keep thinking to myself, I can do it. I can do it. I actually enjoy the time when I am there, but when I'm home I dread the anticipation. I think it's because you are never sure what is going on there until you arrive at the unit. Is it totally quiet? Are there three women labouring in the back? But I am doing tons of skills and starting to do things independently, so my preceptor and I have developed a good relationship. I have a midterm coming up, then a paper (I think I'll write about postpartum pain management).
I have a combination of day and night shifts, which is good and bad. The last set of shifts I worked was three nights in a row, which is about my limit. I am allowed to take four shifts in a row, but I have been able to avoid it, and I think that suits me just fine. So I get home from my third night, and I sleep until 3pm in the afternoon. Strangely, this is called a day 'off' for me, although if the shift was a day shift, the night I would spend in bed would not be considered time 'off'. Today was a real day off, and I cleaned the house top to bottom, and had a good rest. I seem to be able to catch up on the sleep that I miss when I am working, so I am actually prepared for my shift tomorrow, which is another night. I have the morning to do errands, then I'll try to get a nap in before I start at 7pm.
Next week is kind of exciting. I have a hair appt, then a makeup session, then a grad photo sitting. Then I have a ceremonial 'tea' with my teachers and classmates. Then on Saturday commencement and that evening the party. Because of the fundraising support I engaged in (baking for four bake sales), I don't have to pay for my tickets! The girls in the class did an amazing job of fundraising, we brought in tons of money for the party, and they have decorations, prizes and everything. I did not have the energy to do more than bake a few cookies.
As I write, Rachel is at a friend's house, a little girl around the corner. I have been trying to cultivate some friendships with the girls in the neighbourhood, and have gotten to know two of the moms quite well. We just found out another girl from Rachel's class has moved in around the corner, so there is another potential play date. Since Christmas I have been trying to invite the kids over, but wasn't receiving any reciprocal invitations, which was the whole point! Can't I get a little break for a bit, instead of being the one always hosting? Thank goodness the mom I was talking to yesterday mentioned that Rachel is welcome to come over any time. So what did I do as soon as we got home today? I sent her over! I, always the anxious parent, watched anxiously as Rachel walked up the sidewalk, crossed the street (by herself), and went around the corner to the little girl's house. She is just coming back now, and is very upset that her friend walked her home, because she wanted to walk herself home. I think she is ready to be more independent, but it's hard to let go. We are really looking forward to the warmer weather, because there are TONS of kids in the neighbourhood, and lots of kids means that more parents are out and about.
Otherwise, Rachel seems to be getting pretty tired of school. She keeps asking for a day off, and hopefully, in the next few weeks, I'll be able to keep her home here and there. We have her signed up for Montessori next year, but I think she's had enough of the work stations and system they use. I think she needs a regular kindergarten, and most parents we know are sending their children to J.H. Sissons, which is french immersion. I think she will like it, and she will know most of the kids already. The only problem is that registration is over, so I have to try to squeeze her in now. Most of the parents tell me this is not a problem. Ah, Yellowknife and small populations.
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