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Saturday, November 28, 2009

Attitude is Everything

I don't suppose that anyone has ever done something that they didn't want to do, but knew that they had to do. And if you did do that said something you didn't want to do, I bet you did it with grace and poise. And if you haven't ever had to do something you didn't want to do, you are one lucky peep!

I have had lessons on this very thing, past, present, and likely in the future.

For instance, every other weekend I go into work. I actually love what I do (newborn intensive care unit nurse), but sometimes it is very hard to leave my girlies, and other times it is EASY :). However, I must go to work so I may as well have a good attitude about it.

Have you ever had a grouchy attitude about doing something you weren't super duper excited about? How did that make you feel? What about the people around you? I bet it was miserable for all parties involved.

I have learned that attitude is everything. This life is the time for trials, doing things we don't want to do, and learning from them. We can either have a good attitude about it and get on with it OR we can have a grouchy attitude and be miserable while making all those around us miserable.

Hopefully I can someday be able to have a good attitude about all the things I don't want to do.... until then :)!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Why do people call you?

Today I took a CPR class. This is what I do. I take CPR. I give CPR. At work.

Not daily, but occasionally.

Actually the last time I did the actual chest compressions and breaths it was a 60 year old man who went down in the elevator at work from a heart attack. He didn't make it. You know what I thought? I thought it was cool I got to do CPR. And why am I admitting this? Not sure.

I don't think it is cool anymore to give CPR. There is nothing cool about it. Nothing. Did you hear about the 11 months old the television fell on and she died? That. Was. Not. Cool. I gave that family a Daxton Box. It was awful. Really awful. Really. Really. Awful. Actually I didn't personally give it to the family. Too hard. But I gave it to the nurse with specific instructions on how to use it.

This is my trigger.

On my way home from my CPR class, my friend called me to tell me that she heard her baby's heartbeat. The little energy sucking embryo has a heart beat. I cried with her. See my friend has had 3 miscarriages, each one happening longer and longer into gestation. And she just picks herself up and moves on. With 3 boys, what are the options anyway :)?

She has a friend giving a talk in church who called her up and asked her, "Why do people call you?" I thought this an odd topic or question, but she explained the talk was on friends, why we have them, how they help us, what we have to offer them.... etc.

Got me to thinking.

After Daxton died, there were very few people I would call or talk to. Actually only one or two. You see when you lose a child, very few people you know have been through the same tragedy (and thank goodness) and they don't relate very well. But they try. And I am grateful.

With this particular friend, I would text her. When I couldn't muster up the energy I asked her to do things for me.

Now she lives 2.5 hours away, so these were "vicarious" acts. But she would do things like get out of bed for me, play with her kids for me, go get a diet coke and drink it for me, eat a bowl of ice cream with brownies for me, make cookies for me which were delivered via a sister in law, I actually was able to really eat them :), but most importantly, she would kiss her baby for me. She would hold him for me. She would love on him for me. She would dote on him for me.

These small acts were "code" for I am having a crappy day. HELP. For instance, if I was having a cryamony, I would text her "I need two diet cokes and please kiss Brooks for me" and she would know. And I would know. That somewhere she was doing something to think of me. To think of my little boy. And likely crying with me.

So in answer to her friend's question. THAT is why I call her. THAT is why I call my Annie.