We weren’t making any Guinness Book of World Records records, but it felt like it. Mommys just kept coming in and having their babies with no pause in the action. I was able to get two more deliveries under my belt and both patients were quite pleasant to have. There was a lot of commotion on the unit with so many deliveries happening but my strip required me to stay in the room to keep turning, repositioning, bolusing IV fluids, giving Oxygen-something with pretty much every contraction. It almost saved me from having to be a part of all the craziness around me. I may have a few extra gray hairs now, but my baby besides the cord wrapped around the neck a few times came out vigorous and crying.
Instead of taking time to enjoy my day off after work I crashed and didn’t wake up until 5:00pm which was good because I had only been able to sleep from 9:00am to 2:00pm the day before. (A maintainence man was in our apartment changing the air filter. I didn’t hear him knock on the door and he had just come in after that. There had been a note on the door so we knew he was coming sometime today. I woke up as he announced he was there and opened the door to our room surprising us both. I groggily said, “I’m sorry I’m a night shifter I didn’t hear you knock.” And pulled the covers over my head falling back asleep hearing Chad return shortly after that.) When I got up the kids told me excitedly that they had gone to the White House today meaning our apartment. Since it is kind of white. They enjoyed their down day of watching Star Trek with their daddy. Chad made a special muscle dinner for everyone and after the kids went to bed we had rootbeer floats and watched “Baby Mama” for a date night.