My name is Emma. I’m 32, New England mama, born and raised. I’ve been an RN for 10 years, all in the same hospital… general medicine, ED (my♥️/🖤) , and now per diem in the PACU.  My husband and I have been married for almost 5 years and we have 3 kids. He is a firefighter and a Marine Corp vet – I know, typical right, nurse and a firefighter 🤣.

I met him in the ED when he was riding with another guy I briefly dated, and again at the firehouse. That guy and I broke up and I kept talking to the other cute firefighter… and now he’s mine. 😍🚒 (oooohhhh firehouse drammaaaa. Lol we really are both like, THE LEAST dramatic people ever, which makes that kind of funny)) We dated for like 5 minutes before moving in… got pregnant, and he put a 💍 on it. Russ is a workhorse, he never sits down…. he works so hard on our house and for our family and can also more than handle all three kids running around doing it all while I work a 12hr shift… like sometimes better than me when he’s on a 24 😂  A lot of our life involves one of us coming home from work, reporting off on the kids, and the other running out the door. It’s hectic but it works because we can’t afford daycare.💰🤷🏼‍♀️

When I married Russ, I also got the coolest stepson, Logan.. he’s now 10 going on 18 and taller than me. His interests change frequently… he’s awesome at football and basketball, but recently he has come down with a really bad case of Fortnitis… you know, infection by Fortnite. Like if he’s not playing it, he’s watching YouTube videos of other kids playing it 🤔 He goes between his moms house and ours. Being a stepmom is HARD. Hard to find the right things to do and say, to not cross the line, but to treat him like your own and make sure he knows how much you love him. It’s tough! 

Russ and I got married in March and Mason was born in July… four weeks early and ready to rock. He’s 4 now. My first born, my sweet sweet boy, stage 5 clinger (high-maintenance-Mason), best helper, and sensitive kiddo, who is obsessed with trucks&legos and has some “pretty sweet dance moves” (his words, not mine). 

We moved into our dream home in a small town out in the country… it’s not too fancy but exactly what we needed. It needs a little work (the yard needs a LOT of work) but I love decorating and making these spaces ours. And trust me, Russ loves all the projects I find for him on Pinterest 🤣🤣.

Another year went by and I convinced my husband to have another kid 😉. I got my girl.. my spirit animal (and she is a fucking animal lately lol) and my little BFF, Taylor. At 18months she’s earned herself the nickname Taylor the Terror. But she’s also super silly and freakishly cute. Her delivery was the catalyst to this. It changed me.

I delivered where I work, and it was pretty much the worst experience of my life. It totally could have been worse, it could always be worse… but it still really sucked. I am so thankful that she is okay, but it’s almost two years later, and I’m still not. Physically fine… mentally, pretty much a mess since it happened, but especially since going back to work after my csection —-aka my excision of live fetus under general anesthesia. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve come a long way. My therapist keeps pushing this self care stuff – let’s be real I’m a mom I don’t have time for that shit lol 🤣😉 so blogging was my way to start to process everything. I wasn’t posting anywhere, just spewing my feelings into a note on my iphone. But through all of this, I’ve realized that I think I need to change things up a bit. I was getting burnt out on hospital nursing before her delivery, and when some of the things that frustrate me as a nurse, happened to me as a patient, it got me thinking… is this what i want to do forever? What would I do if I wasn’t doing this? 

I was going to call this a lifestyle blog, but I really don’t have much style, so uhhhh… life? Follow me & my crazy crew for my take on all things #momlife, #firewife, nursing, and #birthtrauma recovery – sprinkled with cute pics and a sick sense of humor. ♥️

— Mrs Quick