I turned in my senior paper today, two copies neatly aligned in their binders, ready for cataloging.
This morning, I presented to a mercifully small audience, all of whom were familiar to me in some fashion or another. The presentation went smoothly. I'm happy with how it went, for the most part, although there was one question asked in the Q&A that I misunderstood at the time and could have answered much better.
For once I am not sitting on pins and needles. I know I have passed.
There may be little red-tape spiderwebs hanging unexpectedly in the corners, but I'm walking over the bridge and graduating tomorrow.
Moving from juggling children and school and clinical placement, to juggling children and business tasks and my own clinic. I'm not ready to face that, quite yet, although my preceptors have been encouraging me to. I don't know how long I'll need after this placement is over to feel human again, to be ready to retool myself as my own midwife. I expect it will be short, and don't want to be sitting around twiddling my thumbs and waiting for the papers to go through when I'm ready to go.
The births last week were gorgeous. Healthy happy moms and babies in clinic earlier this week, adjusting to their new lives together.
I'm looking forward to the deep, deep sleep of the not-on-call tonight.
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