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Erika Grace Burleson

July 8, 2009
9:28 am
Officially: 7lbs, even.
Really: 6lbs 15.8 ounces.
20.5 inches long.

Go on, I'll wait while you acknowledge how beautiful she is.

Done? Okay. I had the unique and remarkable honor of witnessing her birth, via cesarean section on Wednesday. It was the most amazing (and scary) thing I have ever seen, so amazing in fact, that I'm going to OR tech school so that I can see as many c-sections as possible. But this isn't about me.

My sister, D'Liesa, was amazing. Watching her get her epidural was one of the most agonizing things I have ever witnessed, (it wasn't as quick and easy as usual, I think) and the things that are involved in getting a baby out? Yeah, very effective birth control. D'Liesa was totally tough, and the payoff, obviously, was worth it.

We'll be calling her Gracie.


I have an exciting story and big news to share here this week, but I'm waiting on some pictures. In the meantime, I'm interested in what you think about something:

These cheeseburger cupcakes are all the rage right now. I have friends making them, and am seeing them all over the internet. I'm a huge cupcake fan, and I think they're cute enough, but it kind of freaks me out when food tastes like something different from what it looks like. (I hate to take a drink of tea thinking that it's going to be soda, bleh!) So do you think they're cute (and would you actually eat them?) or just weird?


Last night we played with sparklers. So fun!

It started raining a few minutes after we went out, but not hard enough to put them out, so we stayed outside. You can see that Justin's shirt is all wet though.

We think this one looks kind of like a heart with an arrow through it.

Work, Work, Work

So this week was my first actual 3 day, 36 hour week, and the first week that I've done an entire week of the job that I was hired to do. I totally love it. Yesterday the woman that's training me called in and I was on my own. I thought that would be fine until all hell broke loose about an hour into the shift. The patient required a whole lot of stuff that I'd never done before. After a small bout of panic, I got some help from down the hall and now I know how to do all that stuff, and I don't think there's anything that I really won't be able to handle anymore.

Next week I don't have to be at work until 8am on Monday. It's so weird, looking forward to getting to sleep until 7. Then I have two 12 hour days and one more 8 hour day. After that, I'll be on my real, oh thank god it's nighttime, schedule. So, that's the update. The thing is, yesterday was a long, stressful day. I took one 15 minute break in a 12 hour shift, but I didn't feel worn down by that. Sure, I was bone tired at the end of the day, but I left still feeling like I love my job. I don't know if I've ever felt like that about a job before, and it's really, really nice.