I just got back from working an eight-hour shift today. I normally work four hours, so it felt great to get an entire shift in! We were busy, as busy as I have been since coming back from my two-year break. I loved every minute of it.
It felt great to be useful, to be able to answer questions, relieve anxiety and help new families plan for the first few weeks with a newborn. I get instant gratification at my work and I crave that. I like watching an infant and mom improve their latch and technique in a matter of a few hours.
It also felt great to be challenged. There were two infants who had some major tight jaw action and one little girl who sucked on her tongue. I knew what to do. I knew what to say, suggest. That feeling is golden for me as normally I don’t know what to do or say. I don’t have answers for the world’s problems, I don’t have answers for all my family’s woes: But I can help you breastfeed. That might not seem like much to some, but it is my skill and for a mom needing help I can seem like a chariot of golden help! If only I had a magic wand to make everything easy.
To me nothing is more intimate or amazing than a mom nursing her baby and daddy looking on at them and it is a privilege to be able to help them.
It took me 29 years to find my niche. I pray it doesn’t take my girls that long, but as long as they find it I will be pleased.
What is your best job in the world. Was it easy to discover or did it take a while to figure it out?
