Here's what's happening:
- more very sick babies on my acute unit. We are all braced for the inevitable sadness with a few of them. It affects the whole unit.
- I am getting a rep as a "baby whisperer," good at calming down fussy little ones. I claim to have grandma hands, and I can sing a whole bunch of lullabies. And yes, I do pray a lot with them.
- the dad of one of our babies is a news anchor, and he and his wife are too gorgeous for words (the baby was born less than a week ago, and she is back into her original jeans, and shows up on the unit in full makeup - the only sign of recent birth is a luxurious bosom, which makes her hips and tummy even tinier). We all feel like schlumps in comparison. On the other hand, they're not surgeons or nurses or repiratory therapists or baby whisperers, so I guess even in our schlumpiness, we're useful.
- a baby with (literally) half a brain, can still look in your eyes and you can feel the connection.
- I'm getting better at talking desperate parents off the ledge when things are getting really rough. And I'm getting braver at asking the hard questions (do you understand your baby is really sick and may die? kind of questions) plus the follow-up hard questions (what's happening in your relationship with God with all that's going on?). No one has smacked me literally or figuratively yet.
- anointing a sick child is the most transcendent thing I've ever done.
- teen moms are not necessarily immature. Mothers of teen moms are not necessarily mature. No generalizations, just an observation.
- some of the staffers are so goal-oriented, they forget they're working with people.
- if I trust my instincts, I'm generally okay. If I worry about what someone else thinks, I'm generally not.
Tomorrow should be a quiet Fourth. PH is going on a long bike ride with his buddies, I'm going to attempt to sleep in, and we're going to see "Ratatouille" in the afternoon, then grill some steaks on the Weber. I should do my ethics project, but somehow I think I need a completely non-CPE day. Gosh, this is exhausting work.