October 1st, Saturday: Dakota is 36 weeks and one day. She is about the size of a Swiss chard. We are both trying to stay patient. A nurse suggests I make a paper chain to count down the days.
Signs of a good nurse: she tells you the generic names when giving you pills; she remembers all of the pills and gives them to you at the right times; she’s personable; she asks if there’s anything more she can do for you and makes sure your water is filled. An even better nurse will get you coffee in the morning and tell you something interesting. She’ll be personable but also really mean it because she’s just that invested in the wellbeing of her patients. Lauren, my nurse this morning, did none of these things. She seemed to be here for the work, not the meaning it could give her.
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