Becca
It had been a great morning. My shift ended right at seven, and I handed off all the patients to the day nurse. The two women I’d helped through labor hadn’t had any complications, and both had delivered before my end of shift.
I liked it when I could come in at the early stages of labor and see a patient through to delivery. It was sometimes frustrating to bond with a patient over a twelve-hour shift only to have her deliver after I left and move to the postpartum wing before I came back. Some shifts went that way, and others played out like they just had. I’d gotten lucky.
I’d also paid a visit to the head of the nursing staff when she got to the hospital to ask about changing my schedule. The night shifts had always been my thing, but maybe it couldn’t hurt to incorporate some
