Living on love and principles
Well, we have had quite a busy few weeks around here at the Sullivan house. Among the big things we've done/experienced these past couples weeks our dog was professionally maimed at the groomer (which we paid for), a bird flew in the hole in the back door to be destroyed by Tess (who apparently hates Mother Nature); I was the lucky winner of the bird blood bath clean up. Oh, and thanks to the lovely storms that have our yard blooming with lusciousness making Hubs feel like a master gardener, we also have a leak in the roof. I suppose things could be worse, at least we have a roof. And, I'm sure my husband is thankful our dogs do not allow living creatures other than us and themselves in our humble abode.
On the bright side we have had some amazing things happen as well, and some not so amazing blessing in disguise type things.
For starters this baby that's been chillin in my uterus making me fat, causing me to eat constantly, and burp like my Granny, has started to move. It started around 18 weeks. In all truthfulness I had no idea what was going on down there, it felt more like localized gas bubbles than "butterflies." It feels like someone is doing underwater flips inside my belly, or like some one is popping Jiffy Pop on a stove in there. I am assuming my girlfriends who have described said movements as "nervousness" or "butterflies," truly meant gas but, preferred to be more dainty about it. Eventually it dawned on me what was really happening. There is a human child growing in there. Apparently said child is also a night owl and really enjoys eating because in the last three weeks I've learned Bun Sully loves to move at 10 p.m., a lot, and really enjoys moving when I've just gorged myself to fulfill Bun's growing nutritional needs...which is not really helpful with the feeling full and burping thing.
I do have to say, it is insanely worth it. At this point some of the jabs my baby is getting in on me are detectible to my husband, not all, but some....I'm not sure if feeling this thing moving has helped him realize there's a real child on the way for us to be responsible for for the rest of our lives, or if it has just completely freaked him out. In all honesty, it scares me a little. This is real.
I become a little nutty when the movements stop, and if I've eaten or I'm trying to sleep (prime kickboxing time in my womb) I start to worry and look up when I'm supposed to start doing kick counts. Being a labor and delivery nurse has not helped here....the NICU nurse inside me takes over and I immediately assume we are about to have a three week stint at Hotel Shands where we will delivery a premie baby smaller than a six inch sub and spend months living in the NICU. (Usually I take a few deep breaths and realize absolutely nothing is wrong because the kung fu panda in there is at it again.)
Other than the exciting and enchanting Ballet de Bebe Sully, I also got fired.
Well, technically not fired, I've never been fired, but it's fun to joke about how Matthew's wife, "quit that good paying job," around our house this week. I think this sent Hubs into more of a, "Holy Moley we're about to have a baby," frenzie than the previously afore mentioned actual baby kicking.
This is a completely new development....just happened Monday morning. The flip side to loosing the money we had planned on buying Baby Sully's Pottery Barn crib with.......I no longer have to commute!!
Here's the skinny. Travel jobs are fun, they pay better, and people really try to get their money's worth out of travelers. My last contract I had an issue with the hospital not honoring "every other weekend" scheduling like they had quoted me; however, I didn't have it written into the contract so my recruiter couldn't help me in any way and I had to work every weekend. I learned from this. This contract I accepted paid less than others but had promised, "self scheduling and no more than every other weekend." I took it over other higher pay jobs because of this and decided the commute would be worth it. They schedule the first 7 weeks of my 13 week contract for me without so much as a, "hope this is ok." In this schedule they had me working 5 weekends in a row and on-call the sixth. After a month of back and forthing it where the hospital essentially was refusing to honor my contract by changing my schedule some (i.e. giving me one Friday off) my recruiter and I discussed just calling in for the shift. Which is what I did. Last Friday I called in so that I could make it to a very special friends very special baby shower. Per my contract I cannot be penalized for calling in, I just don't get paid. Even trade for me.
Monday morning my recruiter calls to say the hopsital is terminating my contract immediately because the nurse, "refuses to work what we've scheduled her." Reminder: at this point I've working 7 full weeks of what they scheduled me in what should have been self scheduled. My company says,"You can't terminate on that basis." Hopsital calls back to say they are terminating because of a doctor complaint that just came up, and at this point they cannot produce said complaint.
Well, wouldn't I like to know if I did something wrong to or for one of my patients?! Yes. Essentially it gets me out of a contract with a company that tells people one thing to get them to accept a job and is angry when they are asked to abide by the legally binding contractual agreement they signed. Again, it also gets our baby a much cheaper crib :( I guess that's just the way the cookie crumbles.
Luckily we are very blessed and I will be starting back at Shands next week :) The upside here I will be back with co-workers I love and who actually have a sense of humor.
Now, since that is such a bummer in a way, I'll pass on some better news....
We had our 20 week ultrasound last week!! Yay, we have offically made it half way through this thing and are a step closer to viability, which makes the NICU nurse in me jump for joy. We have an outstanding obstetrician that I love and trust empirically who did an incredibly thorough ultrasound for us.
We know know all this baby's parts are in prime growing positions. Great heart, lungs, diaphragm, brain, kidneys, nothing to suggest anything is amiss, and perfectly measuring in growth everywhere!
Yay. It is such a relief to know that there's nothing a wry in there.
We also know a little something else.....
Prior to walking into the ultrasound room we neglected to warn our doctor that we did not wish to know the sex of our baby. We just wanted to know it was healthy. In our ultrasound our doctor threw it out there for us without the preimptive, "Would you like to know?" Now, it's not all his fault there are a few people to blame. Myself, our baby, and my husband.
I blame Hubs for throwing Doc off his game and us off our game plan because......about 10 minutes prior to our good old doc coming into our room, hubs had a minor mishap. After squirming around in the waiting room trying to decide if he really needed to use the rest room before the ultrasound, hubs decided he did. With the nurses direction he found the bathroom. As he came out, through our open exam room door this is what was heard:
"Do you remember which room you're in sir?"
"Yeah, the second one," says my husband.
Me thinking: Hmm, we are in the first room......
Door closing (next door exam room)
Door opening (next door exam room)
Red faced husband runs in our room, shuts door and states,"I have to leave right now!"
Turns out hubs walked in on another lady's exam, with our doctor.
Embarrassing to say the least, for both parties I think. Now to hubs credit, the doors in our doctors office obscure the patient table when open, also a medical student was standing next to the door obscuring the lady's legs. Hubs did not see that this lady was not me until he shut the door and was sitting down.
Very funny stuff really.
I laughed hysterically.
Hubs did not.
Our doctor may have been a little confused.
Now, I blame our baby too for our finding out. This little thing loves loves to show it's hiney on ultra sound. Every single time it's mooned us.( I am keeping my fingers crossed this is not some serious foreshadowing into our babies personality.) Now I have to blame myself a little too, just because the baby mooned us didn't mean it gave it right away....hubs had no clue. He saw the umbilical cord and thought he knew. However, I myself have seen enough ultrasounds to know the difference between the hamburger bun and the hotdog.
So with the combination of all of this culminates to we know what Bun Sully is!!!
Now, we didn't want to know, but we are both so very excited that we do. It some how makes things really really real. We can name our baby. I can finally start working on the crib skirt because we've now agreed on a fabric! It's not just an "It" anymore. We know what activities to be saving up for in a few years, what toys our child will play with, and what stresses we will have to deal with as the babe enters the teen years.
We are tickled pink and happy to say....that a darling baby girl is on the way.
On the bright side we have had some amazing things happen as well, and some not so amazing blessing in disguise type things.
For starters this baby that's been chillin in my uterus making me fat, causing me to eat constantly, and burp like my Granny, has started to move. It started around 18 weeks. In all truthfulness I had no idea what was going on down there, it felt more like localized gas bubbles than "butterflies." It feels like someone is doing underwater flips inside my belly, or like some one is popping Jiffy Pop on a stove in there. I am assuming my girlfriends who have described said movements as "nervousness" or "butterflies," truly meant gas but, preferred to be more dainty about it. Eventually it dawned on me what was really happening. There is a human child growing in there. Apparently said child is also a night owl and really enjoys eating because in the last three weeks I've learned Bun Sully loves to move at 10 p.m., a lot, and really enjoys moving when I've just gorged myself to fulfill Bun's growing nutritional needs...which is not really helpful with the feeling full and burping thing.
I do have to say, it is insanely worth it. At this point some of the jabs my baby is getting in on me are detectible to my husband, not all, but some....I'm not sure if feeling this thing moving has helped him realize there's a real child on the way for us to be responsible for for the rest of our lives, or if it has just completely freaked him out. In all honesty, it scares me a little. This is real.
I become a little nutty when the movements stop, and if I've eaten or I'm trying to sleep (prime kickboxing time in my womb) I start to worry and look up when I'm supposed to start doing kick counts. Being a labor and delivery nurse has not helped here....the NICU nurse inside me takes over and I immediately assume we are about to have a three week stint at Hotel Shands where we will delivery a premie baby smaller than a six inch sub and spend months living in the NICU. (Usually I take a few deep breaths and realize absolutely nothing is wrong because the kung fu panda in there is at it again.)
Other than the exciting and enchanting Ballet de Bebe Sully, I also got fired.
Well, technically not fired, I've never been fired, but it's fun to joke about how Matthew's wife, "quit that good paying job," around our house this week. I think this sent Hubs into more of a, "Holy Moley we're about to have a baby," frenzie than the previously afore mentioned actual baby kicking.
This is a completely new development....just happened Monday morning. The flip side to loosing the money we had planned on buying Baby Sully's Pottery Barn crib with.......I no longer have to commute!!
Here's the skinny. Travel jobs are fun, they pay better, and people really try to get their money's worth out of travelers. My last contract I had an issue with the hospital not honoring "every other weekend" scheduling like they had quoted me; however, I didn't have it written into the contract so my recruiter couldn't help me in any way and I had to work every weekend. I learned from this. This contract I accepted paid less than others but had promised, "self scheduling and no more than every other weekend." I took it over other higher pay jobs because of this and decided the commute would be worth it. They schedule the first 7 weeks of my 13 week contract for me without so much as a, "hope this is ok." In this schedule they had me working 5 weekends in a row and on-call the sixth. After a month of back and forthing it where the hospital essentially was refusing to honor my contract by changing my schedule some (i.e. giving me one Friday off) my recruiter and I discussed just calling in for the shift. Which is what I did. Last Friday I called in so that I could make it to a very special friends very special baby shower. Per my contract I cannot be penalized for calling in, I just don't get paid. Even trade for me.
Monday morning my recruiter calls to say the hopsital is terminating my contract immediately because the nurse, "refuses to work what we've scheduled her." Reminder: at this point I've working 7 full weeks of what they scheduled me in what should have been self scheduled. My company says,"You can't terminate on that basis." Hopsital calls back to say they are terminating because of a doctor complaint that just came up, and at this point they cannot produce said complaint.
Well, wouldn't I like to know if I did something wrong to or for one of my patients?! Yes. Essentially it gets me out of a contract with a company that tells people one thing to get them to accept a job and is angry when they are asked to abide by the legally binding contractual agreement they signed. Again, it also gets our baby a much cheaper crib :( I guess that's just the way the cookie crumbles.
Luckily we are very blessed and I will be starting back at Shands next week :) The upside here I will be back with co-workers I love and who actually have a sense of humor.
Now, since that is such a bummer in a way, I'll pass on some better news....
We had our 20 week ultrasound last week!! Yay, we have offically made it half way through this thing and are a step closer to viability, which makes the NICU nurse in me jump for joy. We have an outstanding obstetrician that I love and trust empirically who did an incredibly thorough ultrasound for us.
We know know all this baby's parts are in prime growing positions. Great heart, lungs, diaphragm, brain, kidneys, nothing to suggest anything is amiss, and perfectly measuring in growth everywhere!
Yay. It is such a relief to know that there's nothing a wry in there.
We also know a little something else.....
Prior to walking into the ultrasound room we neglected to warn our doctor that we did not wish to know the sex of our baby. We just wanted to know it was healthy. In our ultrasound our doctor threw it out there for us without the preimptive, "Would you like to know?" Now, it's not all his fault there are a few people to blame. Myself, our baby, and my husband.
I blame Hubs for throwing Doc off his game and us off our game plan because......about 10 minutes prior to our good old doc coming into our room, hubs had a minor mishap. After squirming around in the waiting room trying to decide if he really needed to use the rest room before the ultrasound, hubs decided he did. With the nurses direction he found the bathroom. As he came out, through our open exam room door this is what was heard:
"Do you remember which room you're in sir?"
"Yeah, the second one," says my husband.
Me thinking: Hmm, we are in the first room......
Door closing (next door exam room)
Door opening (next door exam room)
Red faced husband runs in our room, shuts door and states,"I have to leave right now!"
Turns out hubs walked in on another lady's exam, with our doctor.
Embarrassing to say the least, for both parties I think. Now to hubs credit, the doors in our doctors office obscure the patient table when open, also a medical student was standing next to the door obscuring the lady's legs. Hubs did not see that this lady was not me until he shut the door and was sitting down.
Very funny stuff really.
I laughed hysterically.
Hubs did not.
Our doctor may have been a little confused.
Now, I blame our baby too for our finding out. This little thing loves loves to show it's hiney on ultra sound. Every single time it's mooned us.( I am keeping my fingers crossed this is not some serious foreshadowing into our babies personality.) Now I have to blame myself a little too, just because the baby mooned us didn't mean it gave it right away....hubs had no clue. He saw the umbilical cord and thought he knew. However, I myself have seen enough ultrasounds to know the difference between the hamburger bun and the hotdog.
So with the combination of all of this culminates to we know what Bun Sully is!!!
Now, we didn't want to know, but we are both so very excited that we do. It some how makes things really really real. We can name our baby. I can finally start working on the crib skirt because we've now agreed on a fabric! It's not just an "It" anymore. We know what activities to be saving up for in a few years, what toys our child will play with, and what stresses we will have to deal with as the babe enters the teen years.
We are tickled pink and happy to say....that a darling baby girl is on the way.
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