Special Lady and her Crew…

So….this will be a little unconventional for me in terms of my “posts”….but this sweet girl is special.  Special because she’s been there for me during the more incredible times of my life…yet, not so incredible for her as it is her every day.  She made my world less stressed, more special and sometimes just plain funny.  She is my OBGYN’s nurse and has been there since, forever.  Sorry, girl, you qualify for a “forever.”

The doctor she works for is incredible and fantastic and awesome….and she’s part of the reason why.  (Elaine…since I know you’ll read this and get all jealous…you’re pretty cool too.)  He does have, however, a little nickname that I would have liked to have learned prior to signing the papers with him.  After about 637 exams and a couple of pregnancies…..I’m in the hospital to have one of the munchkins and the nurse asked, “Who is your doctor?”  After my response she says, “Oooohh, Dr. Big Hands.”  Um…..I’m sorry…what?  Daaaannng, should I have researched a Dr. Petite Hands?   Actually, the answer is a definite, resounding “NO” on so many levels because as I told someone years ago, “Anyone that can make that visit a pleasant experience….is a good doctor.”  He’s incredible, nice and funny – and I’ve never left the office with an open-ended worry, question or concern.  He’s so thorough, he’ll even suggest what type of cereal and milk you should eat.  Yep, that’s full service.

So…back to his awesome nurse.  I knew she was funny when she agreed – or suggested – to print out a fake copy of a sonogram of twins (not mine) to take an image home to make my husband barf.  Perfect, my kind of girl.  She never forgot mine or my husband’s blood type….because my husband thought he made a funny when he said, “I am Oh so positive and you Be so negative.”  Great…..we all know our blood types now.  That was 17 years ago.  When I was barfing my face off during one (all) of my pregnancies….she stashed a sample of an anti-nausea pill away for me….it didn’t work, but I sure appreciated it, girl.

Then there was that time that Dr. Big Hands figured after weeks of bed rest and some sassy talk from his preggars patient….it was time to stir things up a bit with little number 2 baby of ours.  He decided to ‘strip’ something…(and I won’t go into detail…but those of you who’ve had this procedure done know exactly what I’m referring to.)  Well, during my responses to my discomfort….my darling husband decides to pipe up from the corner of the room and tell me to “Chill out”…or was it “Relax”?  Wow.  He had just pulled my inner nugget full frontal….my ghetto was going side-to-side…but oh yeh, I was in stirrups and could do….n-o-t-h-i-n-g.  I was just about ready to serve up some exorcism pea soup and divorce papers to that ‘sweet little guy’ in the corner…but decided I needed a baby-daddy instead.  Yeh, she was there for that.

So this sweet nurse has been around forever, looks like she’s 12 and has a nice little family of her own.  Her daughter has found “the one” and they’ve taken him in like he’s their own.  They’ve made an awesome habit of family-time football and the happiness is throughout and genuine.

I so enjoyed my time ‘out-of-the-office’ with you and your fun crew.  Happy 25th Anniversary….and how special it is that you still hold hands.  Love it.