It’s 6 am on this Saturday morning. I’ve been up since 3 am with a calving. Snow is falling steadily as I look out the window of a breakfast diner on Main Street, waiting for our clinic to open at 8 am. My heart is as full as the cup of coffee I’m drinking.
It’s hard to explain or to sum up what this profession is like to someone that doesn’t live it or witness it. It’s been said that it’s the greatest profession, and I certainly agree it’s up there. It’s such a privilege walking into these families barns to check out a sick cow, their homes when they cook you lunch, or standing chin to chin as you both work on a calving or a uterine prolapse together. You may not always come to a successful ending, and they’ll pat you on the back and say “Well, that’s farming, we know you did all you could.” I’ve been eating my fair share of humble pie in those moments but the Lord has been there every step handing things to me in stride. He occasionally puts a cherry on top of that pie and I get to share with my mentors how their coaching and guidance has prepared me well. A client the other day asked another vet and I, “How does vet school ever prepare you for how to handle everything you’re going to see when you get out?” He was answered with chuckles from both of us, because it doesn’t. But it does teach you how to be a problem solver with the tools you have. I still have so much to learn but the people I meet daily have extended grace and are willing to learn right along with me. So, this Saturday I’m thankful for these on-call shifts, the short nights of sleep, and snow covered roads.”
Posted by Kailey Ann originally on the Christian Veterinarians Facebook Group