I cannot consistently update this blog! I don't know why, I think I just run out of things to say for awhile...get busy...get lazy. I love to read other blogs (maybe to the point of gently stalking?) but I struggle with my own words.

Right now it's 6:40am and I am really excited for the day shift to come in at 7am so I can go home. Not to sleep, which would be the healthy/smart/normal choice, no I am keeping my ass awake all day to celebrate Joshua's mom's birthday. (We will start the celebration with a LOT of coffee to keep me sane). It was a slow night, with a stable preemie who didn't require much hands-on care other than my assessments and one blood draw which I HATE doing because these kiddos are so tiny and every little drop counts! (Seriously. Did you know preemies have only about 90ml per kilo of circulating blood volume? This kid is only 600 grams...so he has maybe 50ml of circulating blood. And I had to take one away from him. My job is so weird).

I have only 4 more weeks with a preceptor and then 4 weeks after that with a resource person who won't be with me every minute, but will always be there during the shift if I have issues. Then I sail my own ship the week before Christmas. I'm actually starting to get excited (just like everyone told me I would) to be on my own. Although, still, it's terrifying. And I think it should be.

The day shift should be here in ten minutes. I'm thrilled.