Morning has arrived and exhaustion is setting in. I’m told we only need to worry about this type of exhaustion for another 18 years.
Mom is waiting to spend some QT with babies and getting some rest. I am too amped up so I am splitting time between the nursery and the Nurse’s Station.
Still haven’t taken off my OR scrubs. I’m waiting for someone to say to me: “hey, those are OR scrubs!” to which I will reply “Oh, are they?”
And for those of you scoring for style points at home, the Docs and Nurses gave me bonus points for yellow crocs in the operating room.
