In my former life, I was a pediatric nurse. Sixteen years ago I graduated with my BS in Nursing and began my career. I worked full time until going on maternity leave with my eldest, 7.5 years ago. I could multitask like no one’s business - manage patient care for several very sick patients, give medications, perform procedures, chart on each patient, change dressings, wipe countless tears away. I was a nurse, an educator, a grief counselor, and a stand-in parent - all in a twelve hour day or night.
My husband and I didn’t meet and marry until I was in my thirties. So, he would tell you that I was fairly set in my ways and was fiercely independent (because I had to be). I had always hoped and dreamed for motherhood - I’ve loved tiny babies since I was a little girl. Everyone said, “you’re a pediatric nurse, motherhood will be natural and easy for you!” Ha! Then, my eldest was born. She was a 24 hours a day, 7 days a week job. Every week. All year long. No days off. Man, did that tiny bundle rock my world! Simple tasks seemed like mountains - how to breastfeed? SO hard! Why did no one tell me?
I was given the gift of three beautiful children. All with unique personalities…with high sensitivity and some anxiety, to a love for all living creatures. And then - a boy! That in itself is such a learning experience for me. I grew up with three sisters, then had two of my own girls, and then God must have thought He should give me a boy to really test my skills! :) Amazing how different they are right from birth!
Some things have not changed from nursing to parenthood, however. I still have to multitask, change band-aids, kiss endless owies, monitor intake and output (and provide and prepare that food). I had no idea how this new “job” would challenge me. I didn’t think I would use my critical thinking as much and as often as I do now. From how to get all the household tasks done in one day between meals, school pick up and drop off and owie kissing, to more complex things like parenting different personalities, working with one’s anxiety to sleep issues and picky eaters.
And I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I am so thankful for all of my friends and family who continue to help me through each stage, who have the battle wounds or are in the thick of it themselves and can share their wisdom, and who are a safe place to share my struggles. I couldn’t do it without my team! And I’m honored. Honored and humbled by motherhood and the endless grace that’s given to me by my husband and kids as I try to muddle my way through the beautiful chaos.