I'm 30! Yikes! I still feel like I'm young enough to be in high school.....errr college. But then I also remember being 14 years old babysitting every weekend for a 30yr old mom, man was she old!! Here's a little recap of the most significant events of my 20s. You'll just have to imagine all the friends, family, and fun mixed in there.
As a
20 year old I got accepted into the nursing program. I took care of my very first patient at Torrance Memorial Medical Center. I was scared to death. He was a semi comatose, on his death bed, incontinent, etc, etc, etc. I cried the night before I had to take care of him. I swore I would never forget his name, but the 30s have caught up to me I guess because I can't remember his name.
As a
21 year old I met a Idaho boy at church. He carried a purse on our first date. It was a few months before I dated him again (and I immediately fixed the purse problem)
AS a
22 year old I passed my RN boards and started my first real job as a nurse in the neuro ICU at Harbor UCLA. I had come a long way in 2 short years, no more crying over patients.....well I may have cried with some family members.
As a
23 year old I became Trisha Hunt.
As a
24 year old I survived my first year of marriage (the sports, all I can remember are sports), first year as a full time grad student, all while I worked 16 hour shifts so I could continue working fully time. It was a rough year.
As a
25 year old I became family nurse practitioner, wrote the longest paper of my life, and graduated with my master's degree. Swore I would never read another book, and I've done pretty good at keeping that promise.
As a
26 year old I got pregnant with my first baby. I was so excited!! I started counting down the days when I could stop waking up at 5:50 to make it to work on time.
As a
27 year old I gave birth to Logan. Sweetest baby boy ever. I quickly found out that waking up at 5:50 was a breeze compared to the demands of a newborn.
As a
28 year old I gave birth to Nixon. Another sweet baby!
As a
29 year old I........I can't think of a major event. But surviving being a mother of 2 active boys is enough right! Lots of Disneyland, lots of park, lots of sand, lots of playdates, lots of cleaning up messes, lots of diapers. I feel lucky to be home with them every second of every day, although it may not be good for my sanity.
I look forward to the 30s and all the new fun and adventures ahead. I see a few more kids joining our family at some point, lots of school and learning, primary church talks and prayers, fun family vacations and lots of time spent at the sports fields. I see myself as the crazy mom on the sidelines screaming at, I mean encouraging my kids. I see a small possibility of me going back to work and maybe, just maybe a vacation alone with my husband (maybe to celebrate our 10 year, Kyle?).
The 30s should be great right?!
It's been a long week without the pacifier. Normally as soon as you put it in his mouth his eyes start shutting and he is out. It's magical. Now, without the pacifier he doesn't know how to go to sleep. My nap time has been ruined. My evening time has been destroyed. Now I lay in bed with him, impatiently waiting for his eyes to get heavy. Kyle told me that in desperation he was tempted to stick Logan's thumb in his mouth. Ha!! In my desperation I have thought about how much false teeth would cost so that we could give him his pacifier back. 
