~LIFE IN THE OR~

Every now and again things happen in the OR that truly are worth mentioning. Today was one of those days.  There are not a lot of times when I sing the praises of a doctor because of the way he conducts himself with his crew. Usually, he is the "king" and we are his mere servants...Weigh this, weigh that, why did it take so long to prep that patient? I need a 4.0 Vicryl, a 2.0 PDS oh and a 6.0 Prolene...Turn the bovi up to 70, why isn't the suction working? Change the station, I'm not listening to that $#!* all day...Turn the lights on, turn the lights off,  turn the heat down, turn the heat down some more...Open the doors, it TOO HOT.   Hey Joey, I made a mess over here...Catch my drift...So, when one actually is kind it does not go unnoticed by any of  us! The surgeon that I worked with today not only helps us clean and dress the patient when the surgery is done but, helps us get her onto the gurney. He then helps tidy's up the room with the scrub and today while we were taking our lunch break...(a whole 15 minutes), I saw him fill up the fork bin because we were out of forks. He didn't just get one for him, he grabbed enough for everyone and FILLED the fork bin! DOCTORS DON'T DO THAT!!!  You could have blown me over with a feather.  I just had to write it down. I think sometimes I complain too much about how demanding they can be and forget to say anything nice.  There are plenty of nice things I promise.

Just for the fun of it, which Doc do you think that I worked with today? (I narrowed it down to just the plastic Doc's...Just to make it easier :)

Clayton
Pledger
Stewart
Rose
Crofts
Bishop

~ESTHER SHARON ROBERTSON~

ESTHER SHARON ROBERTSON (Essie)

(and her adoring Grandma Shauna)

Yesterday we blessed Essie. She is such a sweet little baby. 

I borrowed these pictures from her Grandma Shauna because she is our very own professional photographer...And Stephanie forgot hers!

Oh, they grow so fast. Seems like that old song the "Kinfolk" used to sing keeps tapping me on the shoulder to remind me just how important it is to enjoy and cherish each and every day with the ones you love!

"Turn around and they'er two, turn around and they'er four,

turn around and they are  young girls walking out of the door..."

~A B C D~

Sorry about the last post, I was having a migraine sort of day where I really can't think straight. Someone really should keep me away from the computer on those days...I don't know why my girls can't just tell me to "snap out of it" they know that is what I would tell them!  

I hope that this video works.  It is so cute.  This is what I should be posting not "pity party posts".  Please forgive me.  I will try to remember to stay far away from my office when I am having a "headache day" :)

~FORGETTABLE?~

Once again I realize that "it's me".

I haven't been putting my self "out there".

I have let "work" take over my life and I am

spending too much time "hunkered" down

beneath a blanket when I am home.

I have waited for calls that haven't come, invitations 

that were never on their way and all because I thought

I belonged to this "wonderful" group of friends that 

surly wouldn't, couldn't forget me no matter how busy

my life got and how much I am never around.

It is a hard thing to accept the fact that you have 

become "forgettable".  That your life has changed

so much that even your friends don't call anymore...

Wait, do I call them?

`SKI 2013~

 

 First ski day of 2013: COLD, Clear, Calm and AWESOME!

~BRINGING ESSIE HOME~

It has been a LONG ten days for the little Robertson family, full of scary medical tests and diagnoses, but finally they were able to bring this beautiful little girl home. 

Welcome home Essie, may angles watch over you while you and mommie sleep!

(I Borrowed a couple of pictures from Essie's Grandma Shauna...They are the really good ones)!

~BARNS~

 

I love old barns! There is just something about them that somehow floods me with childhood memories that are warm, honest and peaceful. Barns are seldom beautiful leaning more toward the practical and functional.  Our barns held our livelihood.  The animals, the machines, the harvested crops and often times, the presence of my dad working on his current project. Now that I am older and have children of my own I realize that it was really my dads version of the "Man Cave".  A place for him to go where it was usually quiet, semi-warm and always  held many hours of work to be done.

So many of my hours were spent down at the barn.  I lived about 5 miles away from my nearest friend so to say that the barns and I were very well acquainted would be a big understatement. Some of my very best friends lived in those barns.  Our horses, the cows, the baby sheep, pigs, chickens and mice.  I think that is where I learned to love babies. Baby horses, cows, sheep, pigs and even chickens and mice.  Yes, mice!  I remember helping many a mommy mouse raise her little litter! Now, as I think back,  I wonder if I washed my hands or how how many times I was exposed to the Haunta Virus.  There is nothing quite as strong as a farm girls immune system!

I have no barn where I live today and my children grew up without one. But, the barns stood for a long time on the farm and my kids took advantage of the opportunity to explore each time they visited their grandparents. They will never hold the same memories as I do for them but, they have missed them now that they are gone. I have too!

Appreciation for what we had will always give us an enlightened  appreciation for what we have. I have learned that life can be pretty dark and somewhat frightening at times but, we always seem to make it through. It may be because somewhere deep down inside all of us there is a little bit of "farm girl", one that knows that there is not a mountain too high nor a road too long that can not be conquered with faith, love for our Savior and perhaps an exposure to a viruses or two  that will build our spiritual and physical immune systems. 

To my new grand daughter Essie, your journey has just begun!