First week of L&D is complete, and I absolutely love it. The team is pretty nice, but I'm still waiting for a few of them to warm up to me - all in good time. I absolutely love the patients. I just being the "go-to girl" for all their "intimate issues".
Yesterday, I was observing another NSVD (normal spontaneous vaginal delivery), and AGAIN had to keep myself under control to stop myself from crying tears of joy. I just can't help it! Everyone in the room is just so different after a birth. The awaiting family is standing by with their cameras at the ready and ginormous grins on their faces. The new mom can't take her eyes off her precious new baby, whispering, "I love you so much already" into baby's ear. All the physicians and nurses (even the ones who are usually cold and intense in all other situations), are giddy with excitement and congratulating the new mom on her wonderful job well done. And last but not least, my very favorite part of all: the new dad is wiping tears of joy from his eyes, kissing mom on the forehead, with a look on his face that screams this is the happiest moment of his life. This might not sound normal, but I swear, the feeling I get while all of this is going on feels like I'm high on happy drugs. How could I not love doing this every day?!
I know, every birth is different. Each family experiences the important event differently. And every once in a while, the event is somber or tense. But if I could just participate in a birth as miraculous as yesterday every once in a while, it would make it all worth it. I think - I hope - I've found my calling.