My feet hurt. The office has been really, really busy. Seeing 3 to 4 new patients each day along with a completely booked schedule of existing patients.
My feet hurt. The shortest day has been 13 hours. I feel bad having the nurses call patients regarding their lab results (yet, this is the norm for the practice). I am trying to keep up with them and even making some calls on the weekend.
My feet hurt. This wearing real clothes with real shoes is not so comfy. After many years of wearing my pajamas (those stylish blue hospital scrubs) to work, my feet are not used to such torture.
My feet hurt. Running down seven flights to L&D, because one elevator is broken and I don't have the time to wait for the other one because they called to say "the head's right there".
I am a new CNM(Previous life = labor and delivery RN for 17 years. I will be joining a practice where I will be the only midwife. I will also be the only midwife at the hospital where I will be with birthing women.--Yes, I am the Lonely Midwife. I live with lonely husband and our six neglected children. This blog is meant to chronicle my struggles and triumphs as I try to offer midwifery care to women in a medical environment. Nothing on this blog should be construed as medical advice. Please see your midwife. Any story here has been somewhat changed to protect identity and not violate any federal laws--just what I don't need.