Tonight marks my first night shift as a nurse. *Insert freaked out face, panic mode, and a few choice words.* Honestly, I really am freaked out. I tried my best to stay up late the past few nights to flip my sleep schedule and the latest I made it was midnight. And this morning I forced myself to sleep till 9am. Granted, that is WAY later than I usually sleep, but gosh, I’m going to be a complete zombie about three hours into my shift. I’m thinking of trying to take a nap in an hour or so, but that may just end up stressing me out more.
When I was younger I was a complete night owl, always pushing myself to say up as late as possible. But then I grew up, got a job, and started waking up around 4 or 5 am. Surprisingly, I have loved this schedule. The mornings are quiet, the birds are starting to sing their songs, and I can simply absorb the peace. It’s so strange to think that I’ll be missing those quiet moments.
And now, moving on to the fact that I am off orientation and will be taking care of these teeny, tiny babies by myself. *Insert REALLY freaked out face!* Yes, yes, I am trained to do this, but really, really, these babies are sick. They are tiny. And if I miss something all can spiral out of control in a very short period of time. Clearly, I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown here. But what’s a girl to do? Deep breath, and take that leap.