Pajama Day

After an all too hairy day yesterday, I am getting to the point of counting down the number of shifts I have left until our next adventure (22).  I feel bad for even having those feelings.  I wish I could pin point what it is about this assignment that has me wanting to run for the hills.  I know I’m not the only one, since the staff nurses are dropping like flies.  For a unit that delivers 100 babies a month, it feels at least twice as busy as Silverton.  Crazy shifts happen but should’nt be every day.  Yesterday four nurses were forced to stay over an extra four hours.  Inductions are never postponed for lack of staff so staff are forced to work extra for elective (provider encouraged ) 39 week inductions.  Needless to say after only working one shift I was needing a break.  Today we slept in until 7:30 and I stayed in my pajamas all day. Eve and I worked for most of the morning on her letters, and Hannah and I read about the Louisiana Purchase this afternoon.
The book quoted Jefferson’s motto, “It is wonderful how much may be done if we are always doing.” This totally convicted me.  I think I deserve my rests, but really I’m just shooting myself in the foot.