BUT I didn't like the way it turned out.
Even though my blog states "Musings of a SAHM", I am not a 100% stay at home mum. Don't get me wrong. I would love to be, but financially my husband and I are not able to swing it out to work that way. So, I work at a nearby hospital PRN. I worked full time before and during my pregnancy, but stopped working full time about 2-3 weeks before Charis was born. In order to be PRN, I have to work two 12 hour shifts per pay period (every 28 days).
I was scheduled to work on March 11, 2011, but prayed beforehand that God would work it out where I did not have to work that day. I wanted to be cancelled, but no phone call came, so into work I went. Around 10:00 AM, I started having chills, fever, feeling achy, having malaise, and tired. I spoke with the charge nurse and she asked, "Well, did you take Tylenol?" I was SO frustrated. That's one thing about nursing. We go to work to take care of sick patients, but how dare we get sick. So I took 1000 mg of Tylenol. One hour went by, I was getting worse-not better. I spoke with the charge nurse again and was told "You didn't give the Tylenol time to work." More frustration. Eventually at 12:30 PM, I went to the charge nurse and said, "I need to go home. I'm not able to take proper care of my patients." So, I had to give my two patients up. I left the floor around 1:15 PM and went to Employee health where I was given an excused absence. I called my knight in shining armor-AKA my husband-who came and rescued me.
I was complaining afterwards. God, why did you make me sick? But then I thought, He answered my prayers, not the way I would have planned, but His own way. And He knows what is best for me.