Friday, July 13, 2018

Mother, Wife, RN, Full-time FNP Student, Human

What is it like to be a full-time mom, wife, nurse practitioner student, and human?

One day I am going to look back on this challenging time in my life and be thankful that I had the confidence and support to make this happen.  I cannot stress how important it is to have a support system. I don't believe I could do this without my husband, my parents, my best friends, and co-workers. 

Background 
My first year of Motherhood wrapped me up like a cocoon. It spun around me at a time of extreme vulnerability. It provided a sense of safety, of need, and the most intense love I’ve ever felt. Those feelings inside the cocoon only lasted so long and over time change occurred. The pieces of my self, pre motherhood, were disappearing.  I desperately wanted to let them go, to succumb. But the most prominent attributes of my being were here to stay, defying the commonalities that mothers can’t "have" it all. 

Let’s be honest, those who know my soul- way more than I give credit for, they know that my middle name is “if she wants it-she makes it happen... in one day”  and I will probably insist this be written on my gravestone. It is an important fact about myself. People need to know this. I rarely fear in the decisions that I make and I rarely second guess. I know these things about myself and instead of downplaying my abilities (as I have before because maybe it isn't always as understood or can be taken the wrong way) I'm letting them be the forefront  of "me".  

 I sat in orientation for the Nurse Practitioner program last summer, intimidated as f*ck because I had spent the last year in mommy land... the land of leaky boobs, diaper changes, and hours of holding my precious baby. I was surely the only one using lunch-time to pump in the bathroom. I kept thinking "this is really weird... where does my new self fit into this world now?" Needless to say I started the day in orientation signed up for the part-time program and ended the day signed up for full-time. I heard stories from others who had less going on than me enrolled in full-time and I was jealous. I wanted to be able to do this, then I thought... why can't I? 

Full Time Graduate Student

Even my mother questioned me... how was I going to do this? I could see the worry in her eyes. How was I going to work, be in school full time, take care of a 1 year old, be there for my other half (who runs his own business= time consuming), be a person who needs downtime, and succeed? I let that linger between us, all while thinking .... don’t you know strong mothers bear stronger daughters and I’ve learned to succeed by watching people like my mother work hard and have to make sacrifices (time with me, but I learned to be independent)- and those qualities I received from you (mom) and all those near to me never questioning any of my moves but trusting my decisions.  I gently reminded her of those good ole days of her getting her masters and me in afternoon kindergarten.  How did she do that? She gave me so many life experiences at a young age and she was in the same position I am today. Those experiences are embedded in me. I’m sure some memories she may see a little differently but I’m proud of her and the risks that she took.  I’ve seen her vulnerable, I’ve seen the airport meltdowns, I’ve been there on the hard days. I have the most supportive family. Hands down could not do this without them. My dad and step-mom constantly cheering me on. A husband who never doubts my abilities, almost annoyingly so (can a girl have a melt down every once in a while, and maybe feel a little sorry for herself- nope says husband). 

Current
I have 4 weeks left of my third semester and 2 weeks ago I was dying slowly, overwhelmed by the amount of work I needed to do in school. I cried, I bitched, I procrastinated, I bitched some more, and I eventually met deadlines.. like I always have and always will continue to do (I almost annoy myself... kudos to all who get my annoying bitching snapchats or text messages- thanks). 

Future
I can only hope that one day Copelin will see that spark in my eye and recognize what it means. This is a time in our life that he won't remember but I will tell him about because it is an important part of who we are becoming. All his dad and I want is for him to feel truly loved and grow up gaining experiences that will shape him into a wonderful man one day. A man who has goals, dreams, values, and knows he can achieve them without a doubt.  How lucky he is to have parents both striving to be better and working to achieve goals we are passionate about. 
To all the moms out there wondering if they can make it work... you can... trust me. :)




Saturday, August 26, 2017

Cope's Birth Story PART TWO

We arrived to the hospital and checked into our room. My mom brought us PASTA FRESCA my go to meal of pregnancy.  The nurse started an IV and then put the cervidil on my cervix. Cervidil is a hormone that can help dilate the cervix. It was hell on earth. Apparently, some women have no problem with this drug. But for some (ME) it can cause cramping and pain. It was absolutely miserable. The entire night I cried, prayed, and practiced deep breathing with every cramp. My dear husband was getting the best sleep of his life on the couch. WHAT I WOULD HAVE given TO TRADE PLACES WITH HIM. Every time they had to check my cervix was absolutely gut wrenching because of how sensitive and bothered it had become from the medicine. Finally, morning came and I dialted to a whopping ONE centimeter (QUE the even more dramatics, soul crushing). The next shift of nurses and doctors came through and the doctor on call for my practice luckily will insert a foley which is a tube with balloon on the end that you can inflate with saline to manually open the cervix. This procedure was the worse thing I HAVE ever felt in my life, after dealing with the cervidil pain. I was hysterically crying (and screaming to any god up above to help me and wondering why the hell I was such a wimp) and luckily my nurse was the bomb.com and was in the business of getting shit done because she got my epidural process started and within an hour I was resting peacefully (QUE the end of the dramatics and my last hours of uncertainty of what this little boy would do to my life)

Side note- a long time ago I would of been so against all the medicine and epidural talk but when you are actually in that moment things are happening quickly and you'll do just about anything to keep your babe safe and apparently I was not mentally ready to be induced (that shit is for the birds).

Eventually a pitocin drip was started and around 6PM that day I was finally ready. My immediate family was in the room talking and hanging out. I remember looking at my mom like get them all the F out of here NOW. All it took was a look and she knew what to do. I started feeling super out of it in an out of body type of feeling. I got nauseated and the nurse gave me medication for that. She said that is a sign of being ready to push. Everyone left the room but Marc and my mom and she checked to see if I was dilated and YAY I FINALLY WAS.


It took around an hour of pushing for Cope to be born. I never felt stronger in my life. The nurse took the sheet and turned it into a rope. I pulled on one end and she pulled on the other when it was time for me to push. I have a lot of upper body strength and that really helped, instead of holding onto the side railing. I felt focused.  I had one job and I was kicking ass at it. When I think about it now I feel like I am watching myself because it really did feel like an out of body experience. I am so proud of myself for how amazing I did.

Finally, he was in my arms.