Ooooohhh, I'm frustrated...ok, I left out all the pretty cuss words that I normally would spout when I am frustrated. I found some pretty cool blogs I like and plan to check in on. So I thought I would post them as links on my blog in the hope that someday, someone will read this blog and see them. But the damn link to add links isn't working....grrrr. I just seem to have that affect.
So back to my story...I had just finished nursing school (an ADN program), with 2 kids in tow, and a defective husband. A defective husband you ask? Yeah, two and a half weeks prior to graduation he goes into the hospital with congestive heart failure and a really piss-poor ejection fraction (this is the measurement of how much blood the heart can eject into the circulation in one beat - measured in a percentage) of 15-20%. This is a man who has never had a health problem before...no hypertension, no heart disease, nothing. Oh but wait! His mom died two weeks after he was born from heart failure (she was 20!!!!!). Her father died in his early fifties from heart failure. Anyone seeing a link here? My father-in-law was kind enough to never have shared this info with us. Proves up that knowledge is power I guess. Anyway, 8 days later and 20 punds lighter he emerges from the hospital in time for my graduation. Woohoo! So I occasionally tell him that I want to trade in for the newer, upgraded model. He thinks this is funny. Do you see me laughing?
I managed to get myself pregnant again...yes, he could still have sex. I had my third baby while getting prepared to start a BSN program. No really, I had the baby in the wee hours of a Wednesday morning - missed a five hour chemistry class that day (they excused it though - funny how pushing a baby out your cootchie is excused) and returned to my biology class on Saturday for lecture and lab. That was soooooo fun....*said sarcastically*
Getting the bachelor's degree was pretty uneventful - although it was during this time I discovered Frontier. I really fell for the heritage of this school. It seemed that even though it was a distance program they really fostered a sense of community unlike some of the distance programs at the big colleges I had looked into. So I decided to go for it and was accepted. Meanwhile my stepfather was telling me I should just go to medical school if I was gonna go to school that long (he was a psychiatrist). He didn't get the difference between being a midwife and being a MD.