This particular show was about the movement spanning across the big pond known as the Atlantic Ocean, from the US to the UK, of women choosing to give birth without any medical interventions whatsoever. I will admit it was fascinating watching the women give birth and take their babies right up into their own arms. That being said the near medical professional in me shuddered to think of the possible complications that could ensue and where would mom and baby be left, but in some instances but to die? Really! In the case of one of the moms it was said that she lived at a bit of a distance from any hospital. A couple of the moms did take the initiative and learned about infant resuscitation measures.
I've pondered the idea, when thinking of one of the externships that I'm applying for where there is a possibility of working in labor and delivery, of specifying my desire to work there. Do I really want to go that far? I don't know if I want to limit myself. But it would be a good way to find out if I truly want to go that route. It is for a limited amount of time, so there is not a definite obligation. If I do in fact love it, it would be a step in the right direction. Hmm, decisions, decisions.
As for today, my lab partner and I are headed in to do our skills check-off. This semester we're doing things a bit differently. Instead of learning a skill one week, and testing the next, we've been learning all along and this week is the final week and we'll be testing scenario-style. It's exciting, because it should be more fun this way, but also more nerve-wracking! I'm hoping they'll have it set up to where we're working on mutiple patients and not just our one and only SimMan. We shall see.
In family news, I've possibly gone and done something that many might consider my last breach of sanity. First, let me explain. As many of you know we've had our difficulties recently with AW. You really don't even know the half of it. Big B asked me not to tell anyone about some of the stuff we've been through and I've honored his wishes. What it's come down to is AW's admission that he feels that he's been acting out because he wants our attention, that he's not getting enough between daddy vegging out on the couch at night watching sports and regular TV shows, and mommy always studying. Sigh...
We're firm believers in the ideology that active children stay out of trouble. AW has not been "active" since giving up soccer. Since these recent incidences Big B and I came to the conclusion that he needs to get back into the groove. We gave him several options from boy scouts to karate to going back to soccer, but being as musically interested and inclined as he is he has chosen .....drum roll....no seriously....don't just think the sound of the drum roll as far as impending suspension of upcoming news, because that's the news.
A friend who went through a music phase owns many instruments and has decided to sell off some of them, so now we're the lucky owner of a larger than life drum set that is sitting in a smaller than small bedroom. Now I just need to find a good place for lessons. That and a good set of noise cancelling headphones, you know the kind...envision ground crews on airfields or Nascar raceways.
...the smile on his face