Here we are, semester three of nursing school.
I wish I could say I was less stressed and finally figuring it out, but I'm not. I feel more confused than ever at this point. I'm totally rocking my OB class. I wasn't nervous about it at all.
My adult med surg class is kicking my ass as well as my classmate's. I feel like I have it down and the test will be about something completely different. I knew when I started this that the instructors wouldn't all test the same. I knew they wouldn't be straight forward, but I never dreamed that it would be so far off in left field.
Thankfully not all is bad, we've had some really great weeks. We've lifted each other up through clinicals and cracked jokes throughout lectures.
We spent Monday at a leadership/team building camp. We all thought we were going to kill each other. We ended up on a super great team and got things done. We worked together and prevailed on multiple challenges. I had a blast and I'm so glad we kept good attitudes.
OB clinicals were another high of the semester. I spent two days in labor and delivery and experience three births. It was amazing to cheer other women on when they brought a ray of sunshine into the world. I shed a few of my own tears for each family. I'm always in awe over births and women's strength. It's definitely hard to stay professional with the babies though. I would to cuddle and sniff each one of them. I managed to avoid it, but you all know babies are the best.
I've made the best friends and I have a year full of memories to review. Nursing school is one of the best decisions I've ever made. It hasn't been easy, but it has been extremely rewarding.