Real quicky!

as I am exhausted! day 3 of uni and I am dead on my backside (well we are sitting down a lot!)

Yesterday was just the best day!
first I get an email - my bursary has been sorted!
then tutor says is Mrs. B (or words to that effect) here? would you still like to swap your placement? would I? would I? yes please! I got my first choice placement woohoo!
then we have our uniforms fitted (OK so they aren't something you would wear to club in - but I am soooooooooooooo proud to wear it!)

mind you the emotion of it all must have done for me - bed at 8pm, asleep by half past!

today was a half day *phew* and tomorrow is a self directed study day *ahem*

gush gush gush

Kirsty, Miss Jacques, Mrs Mclean, Mrs Burfot, Brown Owl, Red Squirrel, Kirsty Bird, Mum, Daughter, Wife, Friend, Lover, enemy (not too often I hope) - these are some of the 'hats' I have worn in my time, today I got a new one 'student midwife' - wiv a pinard and everyfink!

Yes, you guessed it, I survived my first day at uni *woohoo*.

to be fair the day was about meeting the rest of the year group and the tutors and finding out about the course, the school, the faculty and the university.

we were given booklets and timetables, tea and biscuits (with the advice it was a one off!), our log books and the - now famous - pinard!

Yesterday my stomach was in knots and I felt sick. This morning at the park and ride car park I wanted to get back in my car and go home, on the bus I had the shakes, on campus I lost all feeling in my fingers! (and breathe!) and then I heard a friendly voice call my name, one of the lads who was on the access course with me was there for his first day too - suddenly everything felt better, especially when he described how he was feeling, and is was exactly the same as me!

obviously I have to go back again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day and it will get harder but what a buzz! tomorrow we are measured for our uniforms and meet our personal tutors.

so I have 3 years to delivery 40 babies, palpate 100 women, examine 100 babies post natally, complete a degree course - and have a life!

ack doddle!

As promised

I have started working my way through the blogs I subscribe to and have fallen woefully behind with in the last few months.
the first one on my list is Being a Mummy. Claire is Mum to toddler boy and baby fifi, she lives in the same city as me and we originally met through the local toy library. She writes about her life surviving as a mummy to 2 young children and her trials and tribulations as she manages to get (just about) through each day!

I love reading Claire's blog, she makes some very interesting observations!

keep up the good work Claire (please?)

A funny vitamins story!

My 4 year old is a funny soul, and she often wanders about in the night - I am not entirely convinced she is always fully awake!
last night Mr.B put her to bed whilst I was in the shower, but an hour or so later the little dot wandered down stairs, muttering something about dolly not sticking!
The first thing I noticed was a multi vitamin tablet stuck to the elbow of her pj's! after a bit more of her vocal ramblings ~ I finally work out what the problem is. She has a 'dolly' a little handmade doll that she loves a lot and 'needs' it to sleep, she often loses dolly during the night so her plan was to put a half chewed multi vitimin (which is very sticky) into her hand and stick dolly to it!
Of course as soon she is asleep and wriggling around the sticky tablet becomes unstuck and dolly falls off!

the things the kids do!

in a mere 7 days

I will be packing my bag, checking my pencil case, shaking with nerves
and getting ready for my first day at university!

o boy I am excited! (and scared!)

I did NOT kill the pigeon!

If you happened to be at Notcutts yesterday afternoon, and you happened to be in their coffee shop at around 4pm, you may have witnessed a terrified pigeon fly over the hedge from the main road and fly slap bang into the window (with enough force to leave an imprint behind!), then fall to the ground.
I was the intrepid soul who scooped up the visibly injured and stressed bird in a cloth and held it firmly and gently in my hands until the lovely lady from the pet department arrived to help.
~Unfortunately whilst I was holding the poor thing, it started twitching and it was obvious it was about to meet its maker (it wasn't struggling just twitching its head) and as we had 3 children with us, I turned my back and walked to the corner of the garden - when the bird had died I turned back and gave it to the pet lady.
It was only after this happened that I realised that turning my back may have looked like I was surreptitiously putting it out of its misery THIS IS NOT THE CASE! the pigeon died quietly and peacefully in my hands.

Big thumbs up to the lovely pet lady who was concerned for the bird and took it away, and to the young lad in the coffee shop who offered me some anti bacterial hand cleanser - well done, quick thinking!