An Ode to the early days of nursing -
days when its a mad dash to get all your pads in place after a shower,
days when you have appendages that look like they should be attached to someone named Bessy, who wears a bell around her neck,
days where you hold a beautiful creation from God in your arms and you are their soul provider.
What dirty, beautiful days.
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