Saturday, April 17, 2010


Just in case anyone is wondering where I've been these last few months...I've just been doing a little light reading.  No worries, I'm still alive, barely.  One of these days I'll pick blogging back up...for now, I have to go look up the term hyperbetalipoproteinemia.  Wish me luck!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

I Feel Like the Rabbit From Alice in Wonderland

No time for this, no time for that, no time to wait, no time to loose....I'm late, I'm late, I'M LATE.  (No, for all you who are reading WAY too much into the "I'm Late" bit...I'm not pregnant.!)  It's just so difficult these days to find time to do anything...I'm so busy with nursing school that I don't have any extra minutes to spare in the short 24 hours allotted in a day.  If I'm not in class, I'm studying.  If I'm not studying, I'm thinking about all the studying I need to be doing.  Bless my dear husbands heart...he has been left standing solo where chores and meals are concerned, as I run around like a frantic crazy woman.  I will say this, I can always count on him to pick up the pieces where I fall short as I attempt to do what I can.  Sometimes that's nothing at all.  "Mr. Mom"???...yes indeed.  He does it all.

When I think about all that is being sacrificed for the sake of my education, I never have to wonder if it's all worth it.  I never have to consider quitting or taking a break.  I never have to think if what I'm doing is the right thing, because the support I have from JB and my family is overwhelming.  I feel so fortunate to be in this position in my life where going to school is an option, and I feel comforted knowing that although I feel like my time is limited, the love shown to me is limitless, and my husbands support is unwavering.

...And although I feel like the little rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, JB keeps me grounded enough to know when it's time to stop spinning...

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Why Nursing?

For the past 2 years I've devoted my life to being a student with the ultimate goal of getting into the RN program and becoming a nurse. To have accomplished my goal of entering the program was a huge relief to me because my grades depended on it. Now that I'm in the program and have completed my first week, I have felt exhaustion that I haven't experienced in a long time. To say I am overwhelmed is a gross understatement!

In one of my courses, we were assigned the task of writing down our reasons for wanting to become a nurse. As I pondered on what to say, I was discouraged at the thought that I may have forgotten why I choose this profession in the first place. I soon realized that I hadn’t forgotten, I just thought my reasons were silly and not reasonable enough to choose such a demanding profession. Why? Why would I decide to put myself through such a grueling education?

This is why.

Although I have been a very healthy person all my life, and haven't spent much time in the hospital, my experiences giving birth to four children was enough for me to want to make a difference in other peoples lives. And now that I'm in school and only a week into the program, I have confirmed, without a doubt, that this is where I am meant to be.

With my first 2 pregnancies, I had labor and delivery nurses that I felt, even at the time but more so now, were not meeting my needs and who treated me like a room number and not a person or a patient. My thoughts and feelings and concerns about giving birth were squashed, and therefore I didn't feel confident enough to ask for the things I needed, or even ask questions that I thought were silly. With Shelby my admitting nurse negated the pain I felt with each contraction I experienced, and since pain is subjective to the patient, a professional should never make them feel as though they are a baby for feeling it. That's how I felt, and that's why I didn't speak up when my epidural failed to relieve my pain, resulting in a physically and emotionally painful experience. (24 hours to be exact).

I felt similarly when I was in labor with Corban. Although the pain was not an issue that time (because my doctor went with a different option for pain relief), I felt as though I wasn't being heard when I insisted that my baby was coming, especially after only dilating to a 4 the last time the nurse checked me 30 minutes earlier. Instead of setting my mind at ease by doing another check, she made me feel like I didn't know what I was talking about, and that I was inconveniencing her. After I insisted that she check me, she did so and not-so-calmly told me that I was dilated to a 10 and hastily ran out the door to call the doctor. My baby was, in fact, coming and without me speaking up I would have given birth in a hospital by myself.

In contrast, my deliveries with Sabrina and Colby were very different than the previous two. My nurses held my hand, patted my arm, asked how I was doing with the pain, asked what they could do to make my stay more comfortable...and this made all the difference in the world. I felt a sense of ease and safety from my caregivers and the staff, which in turn, resulted in a more positive experience for me. I was amazed at how differently I was treated and cared for.

That was the moment when I knew that I wanted to be a nurse.  I can't say that I will change anyones life dramatically by being a nurse, but even if I merely care for someone in a manner in which they expect to be cared for, I have been successful.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Four Little Crows in a Tree

Left to Right:  Colby, Corban, Sabrina and Shelby
Angel Mounds, Newburgh, Indiana - November 2009
~ Crow Photography ~

A few weeks ago, our family went to Angel Mounds in Newburgh, Indiana.  Although this historical site is practically minutes away, the children have only visited this place on field trips with classmates, and never as a family.  That day was the most beautiful, abnormally warm day in November, I've ever experienced.  We were the ONLY people on the grounds, which allowed us to travel from site to site without the pressure of other patrons scooting us along.

As we walked down the paths and soaked in all the beauty surrounding us, we came upon a large tree with a spectacular limb reaching out one side of its enormous body.  The tree was calling to us, as if it yearned and pleaded for the companionship of little children climbing and scampering up and down its massive trunk.  What else could we do but help our children up to swing on the begging tree-limb?...and what a sight to behold!  We snapped a picture to mark the occasion, and now, that day is one we will fondly remember for a long time.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Blogger Etiquette

There are many reasons as to why a person creates a blog. Some use this forum as a way of updating friends and family from far away about the happenings and goings-on in their lives. Some use it as a way of sharing their experiences of loss and heartache. Some blog so they can feel like they are not alone in this world that makes no sense sometimes. Some share their experiences as a way of healing and grieving, and some to help others save a few pennies and live frugally. I've read blogs about religion, science, and all manner of different topics, all of which are unique in their own right.

Regardless of the reasons why we blog, the time and effort put into making the blog our own personal space is sacred to us. Picking out the background, pictures, and messages are an important part of creating a place for us to share our personality with those who read our posts. We bare our souls to the cyber-world and, to some degree, demand respect from those who read our carefully articulated words.

As much as I know this about myself when I created this blog, I lost sight one time of just how special this little corner of the internet is to those, like me, who section it off for our personal use. You see, I left a comment on a strangers blog that, I'm sure, wasn't received in a positive manner. I left my message anonymously, because I was too chicken to put my name next to my opinionated words. I was a coward. It wasn't until my sister-in-law was violated in a similar fashion on her blog, that I truly realized my error. I too, was appalled at the person leaving an unsolicited comment where it wasn't wanted or even appreciated. It was only then that I realized the gravity of my insensitive comment, on a blog I had no business sharing my opinion on.

I love comments, and sometimes I anxiously wait to see what people may think about what I've written. Of course, I never intend on reading something negative attached to a column I put so much effort into sharing. I can only imagine the disappointment someone else may feel as they turn on their computer, click on their own blog, and find something undesirable in the comment box.

I'm sorry.

I've learned that although I may feel a specific way about something someone else wrote, there is a certain etiquette in the blogging world, and I have no right leaving an unpleasant comment on a strangers personal blog, because in doing so, I am disregarding the feelings of someone else.

Monday, October 12, 2009


For your viewing pleasure----> Colby and me making funny fish-faces!