The classes were wonderful and definitely the most thorough NRP class I've taken. I was amazed how much research has changed neonatal resuscitation recommendations in the last 2 years. (after we were trained to be so concerned about suctioning on the perineum and intubating.) While it was encouraging to be around midwives for the weekend, it also left me a little sad. I really miss practicing. For this season I'm in geriatric post-op, so I'm trying to to my very best where I am.
In addition to the general info the teacher shared her own journey starting out at a high volume clinic and how she had to work through her own struggles and fears after that experience. Coming full circle to Taos (where my journey with MIA began almost 4 years ago) and hearing her encouraged me to keep going. I'm also a bit more motivated to contact other midwives out here (the nearest being 2 hours away) and finish paperwork for my Texas license.
While I enjoy solitude, by hour 6-7 on any trip I'm ready for human interaction. It's good to be "home". I pushed to get home and was happy to attend my own church today. J spoke on Luke 5 and encouraged us to forget that we "know the story" and really think about how Jesus used such "unlikely, unfit" characters to "(catch) save alive". This last week I've been so discouraged about life in general. I find hope that God doesn't want me or use me because I am [or feel I'm NOT] this fabulous person who can do it all. By his work of grace he calls me in and lets me in on what He's doing.
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