Career day embarrassment

I am one week and three days from graduation. WOOOHOOOOOOOOO!

I am incredibly busy, which means I am also paralyzed in the face of all the crap I have to do, and procrastinating on the internet. Hello!

Yesterday I was a presenter for career day at my 7 yr old son’s school. I wore my white coat, wore scrubs, and brought my stethoscope and other tools. I presented in six classrooms (exhausting!), but started off in my own son’s first grade class. I had an apron with sort of anatomically correct removable velcro body parts, which I used to play a matching game with the kids. If a kid guessed which organ I was describing (this organ is a muscle that pumps blood to the body!) then that kid got to put that organ on the volunteer kid who was the “body” wearing the apron. It was especially fun when we got to the kidneys and the large intestine. Poop! Pee! “EWWWWWWWW!”

There were only seven body parts, though, so I brought in my ragtag collection of toy doctor tools. Several people bought toy doctor sets for my kids when I got into medical school, so I had four plastic stethoscopes, a plastic syringe, toy otoscopes, etc. I passed those out to the kids who didn’t get to put on an organ, so they could guess what they were used for, and was one kid short. So, I gave that kid my coffee mug. I made a joke about how that was the most important doctor’s tool, since it helps keep doctors awake, and remarked on how much coffee I drink.

My son rose his hand, and offered, “She drinks beer, too!” I said “And, goooodnight everybody!” and quickly defended myself. “I didn’t drink any this morning! I didn’t have any last night!” and spent the rest of the half hour trying to convince my son’s teacher that I don’t have a drinking problem.

*facepalm*

Cross posted at Mom's Tinfoil Hat

MiM Mailbag: Living with the in-laws?

I will be starting my pediatric internship year soon, after 6 months out of clinical practice (I took some time off between my 3rd and 4th years to spend time with my newborn and graduated a few months after my classmates). I have a fiance, a dog, and a 21 month old daughter. We are so very undecided about our future living situation. My soon to be in-laws have a house approximately 30 minutes, with traffic, away from the hospital. Since we can't afford to buy a house at the moment, we are considering the following options, one of which I am uncomfortable sharing with others who know me, for fear of judgment. One option is that we all live with the in-laws. I think I would go crazy with this option as the in-laws are a loud, lively couple very much ingrained in their ways. The other option is to rent somewhere between the in-laws and the hospital so that my mother-in-law (unemployed) can help out, either by driving to us or us dropping off our daughter with her. The last option, and the one we are strongly considering, is that I rent a small place near the hospital and my fiance, daughter and dog reside with his parents.

I'd greatly, greatly appreciate your opinions and own experiences with the issue. We need more spaces like mothers in medicine!

Sincerely,

B

Parenting in medicine mentoring panel

I just attended the annual Society of General Internal Medicine conference - a conference that always inspires me. You can tell the values of an organization from its meeting. SGIM is understated (no commercial sponsors or huge pharma-dripping exhibit hall) and the work presented is largely focused on health disparities, improving the health of our society, and education. The opening plenary session was titled "Does the Moral Arc of the Universe Really Bend Towards Justice?" (The answer was a heartening yes.)

One of the sessions I attended was a Parenting in Medicine Mentoring Panel, a wonderful idea with an unfortunate acronym. Nancy Rigotti, who directs the Office of Women's Careers at Harvard and a past President of SGIM, led the panel. Mothers in medicine of various stages of their academic career shared their stories, much like we do here. There was also time for questions in the packed room of mostly women and a handful of men (including one division head who spoke about his support for work-life balance in his department by budgeting maternity leaves and family leaves, into his yearly FTE equation, and contracting with emergency child care services- awesome.)

Some key points that were made by panelists and the audience:

• Being a physician makes you a better mother. That quality of being calm under pressure comes in mighty handy when you’re faced with a teenager who announces, “I didn’t go to school today.”
• Make your partner a partner. Many women echoed this. Some split the weekdays in terms of who was responsible for making dinner for the evening
• Get help to do things you don’t want to do to spend that time with your kids. If you can afford housecleaning help, it is worth it.
• If you find yourself working in an unsupportive environment, find a peer group who all have kids to help cover each other when needed.
• Take risks - in your career path, in life
• There is no one way to do it. We each find ways to make it work with our families and choices.
• Don't delay having your family. Unintentional childlessness or having fewer children than desired happens to mothers in medicine.
• On-site childcare can be a godsend.
• Make family dinners a priority.
• Share our stories, form communities of support. (See: MiM byline)

Finally, this thought was shared: Kids are a gift, not an achievement. In all of these ridiculous Mommy Wars and trying to decide who is doing it better, why not just focus on the gift?

Run Like a Mother

A couple weeks ago, as I was reading the Sunday paper (yes, how 1989 of me),  I saw an ad for a Mother's Day 5 K called "Run Like a Mother."  A Race for 'women only' to celebrate health and motherhood, on Mother's Day. This seemed like an awesome idea, so I called up my running buddies and we made it a date.

The race was happening in a beautiful horse farm that has been converted to a park. What a great way to spend Mother's Day morning, we thought.

Last night as we began to check the weather though, we got a little concerned.  The forecast called for heavy rains.

Whatever.  A little rain wasn't going to slow us down.  I've run many races in the rain, as long as you avoid the big puddles, it's really not a big deal.

As I pulled into the park this morning, I began to have my doubts.  As we gathered at the staring line,  a downpour began.  Next I realized that we weren't running on pavement, we were running through the field.

A boggy field. Wet slippery grass. Mud. Awesome.

My shoes were sloshing, my socks soaked to the core as I rounded the first turn.  At times, I was running in 6 inches of water.

This was not what I had signed up for.

As me, my friends and 200 other crazy moms continued the race, we found our stride. The scenery was beautiful even in the rain. Faithful dads and tots stood with their umbrellas, cheering us on at the halfway mark.

It was definitely a unique experience: how often do I run through a horse field in a downpour?
As I rounded the final stretch with the finish line in sight, I realized that even in my cold, soggy state I was having a blast.

This race to celebrate Mother's Day turned in to a perfect analogy for motherhood itself: it's  messy, much harder than I thought I'd be, but exhilarating and totally worth it in the end.

What was the best part of your Mother's Day?

crossposted at thepregnancycompanion.com

A tired American - an angry rant

Ok, so this is risky, and I’m likely to attract plenty of debate but here I go.

First, why am I writing about this?  Because I took an oath to be a healer.  To me this means tolerance, justice, acceptance in order to achieve a greater good, in order to promote a healthy society.  So, I am just a little irritated today as I look at my country which appears to be at odds with itself.  My anger started while listening to NPR on the drive to work this morning and hearing about all of the discussion resulting from the TIME magazine cover of a model-like mom breastfeeding her three year old standing on a chair.  Criticisms flying everywhere about extended breastfeeding and self-important moms. There is the typical sexualization of breastfeeding with lots of reference to the attractiveness of the mom on the cover, and the usual “if they can ask for it” type comments.  (side note: newborns ask for it too - its called crying!!)  So funny, that anyone who decides to formula feed their infant gets nearly stoned for not going the “breast is best” route.  Then we flip it around and hate on the moms who keep breastfeeding.  I realize I’m using the proverbial “we.”  If this doesn’t apply to “you,” then feel free to ignore.  But for all the rest of us: Lets STOP THIS!  Mothers are always criticizing mothers - breastfeed or not breastfeed, work or stay at home, work a lot or a little, nanny or daycare or grandma, etc, etc.  Even Fizzy’s post last week, illustrated how quickly we jump to judgement.  As clinicians we do know the literature and the evidence, but the first step in being able to do no harm is gaining the TRUST and RESPECT of our patients, and in order to do this there needs to be more tolerance and listening.

Anyway, I’m just all revved up.  I live in the Amendment 1 state.  Justice, tolerance.  I won’t say anymore than that.  Our political system is full of polar opposites, butting heads and refusing to compromise.  We’re arguing over reproductive rights of women... AGAIN!  WHAT IS GOING ON!!!

Can’t we all just get along?

Guest post: Post-partum mental health check

First, I would just like to thank all of you who dedicate time to contribute and maintain this blog. It has been my mental health check throughout my pregnancy, and I can only imagine that it will be an increasingly important lifeline- and reality check- in the years to come.

I just had my first baby... and am starting medical school in August. I am overwhelmed, and absolutely terrified. Unlike what my in-laws, parents, and friends, think, though, I am not worried about missing my perfect wonderful amazing baby... I am terrified that I will (and I know I will- I am already excited) LOVE it, enjoy the learning, the intense environment, and being back in a university setting, pursuing a dream that I hold so dear. But, what happens to baby music classes in the morning? Raising my daughter? Being a wife who loves to cook dinner and get dressed up just for a night in because I love when my husband gives me that smile? (I am, as per the new usual, crying as I write this. Being one week post-delivery has unleashed tears that didn't even flow when my mom was diagnosed with cancer). Will I be able to do it, and do it well? Or will I do each only halfway and shortchange everyone? I still remember my mom- a stay-at-home mom of 7 always being there to bring lunch to school when I forgot it, playing "tummy time" with my little siblings, and teaching me how to read by age 4. Am I giving all this up?

My husband (most unbelievably supportive person) keeps telling me to take one day at a time. August isn't for a while, and we'll figure it out. I know he is right, but it is nice to hear it from others who have gone through the same thing. Am I crazy or is this par for the course?

Giving it away on Mother's (in Medicine) Day

Bringing family
To medical conference
At Disney World. Dude.

In honor of upcoming Mother's Day (May 13), we are hosting a Dansko scrubs giveaway (yes, the makers of your beloved clogs now makes a line of medical scrubs)!

To enter, write a haiku about how you'll be spending Mother's Day in a comment on our Facebook page. The haiku with the most "likes" wins the scrubs. (Vote for your favorite until 8 am EST on May 13). Any reader (mom or not; in medicine or not) is welcome to haiku-away.

Happy early Mother's Day! Thanks for reading.

Guest post: Applying to Residency: Me + Baby, Husband, 3 dogs, 2 cats

In less than one year’s time, I will be embarking on two major life changes: having my first child and beginning residency.

I began medical school single with 2 large dogs and a cat.  People thought this was absurd.  How can you find the time to take care of these animals?  This was simple: my mental health is a priority.  The dogs don’t care if I have a test tomorrow and they certainly don’t care whether I make an A or not.   They have no care for what happens tomorrow or in a year…throw a tennis ball for them, and they have it made!

But my final retort was always: “some students do this successfully with kids; I just have dogs.”  (and you can’t put kids in a crate!)

In the meantime, I met a non-medical man – a writer, a professor and a breath of fresh air from the smog of medical school.  He reminded me of who I was before medical school: I liked to read and write; I liked creativity and conversations.  Long story short, he moved down here and we were engaged and married in a little over a year.

Continuing the quest to balance my personal life and mental health with my medical training, I am going to become a medical student, then resident, with not just 2 dogs and a cat (well, 3 dogs and 2 cats now…I’m an animal lover), but also a husband AND a baby.  Is this absurd?

Once interview season is over I will be back on rotations at the community hospital where I have done my core rotations.  After spending almost a year here, I feel like I have a big hospital family.  Revealing my pregnancy has been met with nothing but enthusiasm.  I feel secure in balancing baby with the last of my rotations here.  But before I can take that deep breath…I have to take boards, go on away rotations, apply for residencies, HAVE A BABY, and after my maternity leave, go on interviews…and hopefully match!

First, I debate over how open I should be with programs about having a baby.  During one of my audition rotations, I will be noticeably pregnant.  I suppose this is a good litmus test for the family friendliness of the program.  However, by the time I am on interviews, I will be at least 6 weeks past delivery and will not necessarily have to disclose that I recently had a baby.  Of course, depending on the length of the interview day, I may need to pump!  Perhaps I need to be confident that I can be a mother and a good resident and thus be open to programs.  But this is the problem: will I be a good mother and resident?  Or are these two things going to be mutually exclusive?

I am also debating where to apply and concurrently having the ultimate debate over what I want to be when I grow up.  Fortunately the debate has been limited to psychiatry versus neurology or perhaps both? And has been limited to such parameters since undergrad, maybe before.  I now wonder what's going to change when this little boy arrives?  How am I supposed to know who I'll be 5 months from now let alone 5 years?

My thoughts race from one obsession to another.   Neurology vs psychiatry, neurology vs psychiatry, neurology vs psychiatry.  Graco vs Chicco.  Graco vs. Chicco.  And boards!  Oh no!  Last night I had one of those ugly recurring medical student dreams of nephritic versus nephrotic disorders...

Sometimes I feel like my head will explode. 

I’ve concluded it is easier to just make decisions.  There is no way to determine the perfect decision, and I imagine that there is, in fact, no “perfect” decision.  I decided to go for neurology.  I am intimidated by the work hours, the larger hospitals and the fact that there are no programs in my hometown where my mother could help with our baby.  But I don’t want to live my life afraid of a challenge.  Besides, I probably haven’t said enough to explain that I have the most supportive husband.  He’s even willing to put my career ahead of his (yet again) to be a stay at home dad.

Life is scary and thoroughly exciting, and these feelings are never mutually exclusive.

And I really have no idea what I am getting myself into…

"Emmylee"

Two Years of Eating McDonalds

In my last post, I talked about "my cousin" who fed her daughter McDonald's every day after school for a year. I wasn't entirely honest about that. It wasn't my cousin. It was me. I apologize for the ruse, although I'll explain in a minute.

In any case, I wasn't the one who fed my daughter the McDonald's. I was the one who ate McDonald's. From roughly ages 9 through 11, my mother brought me to McDonald's for dinner every weeknight.

*cue horrified gasps*

According to some of the comments, I now am incredibly obese. I have serious stomach and liver problems. My cholesterol is through the roof. My blood pressure is sky high. I have type II diabetes. And I continue to eat horribly and take my kids to McDonald's with equal frequency.

Except none of that is actually true. My BMI is about 20. My cholesterol level is excellent, as is my blood pressure. I had two completely healthy pregnancies, and both times lost all my baby weight within a month. I certainly don't have type II diabetes. I cook dinner at home most nights, and limit our fast food trips to maybe once a week, with minimal guilt.

How is that possible? According to the comments, I should be in an ICU right now, or at least on insulin.

Let me back up a little....

When I was in fourth grade, I went to a school that was about a mile away from my house. Every day, my mother would come pick me up at school, and we'd walk home together. There was a McDonald's on the way. We'd stop inside and I'd order... well, I don't remember. Something incredibly unhealthy, no doubt. And probably very tasty, since I was a really picky eater. But I do remember I always drank two cartons of lowfat milk, no soda.

We'd usually spend over an hour at McD's. I would tell my mother about my day, then she'd help me with my homework. Sometimes she'd give me a lesson that she made up herself. She bought SAT books, and when I finished doing my homework, she had me work on math problems from the SAT books. (I scored 650 in math when I took the SATs at age 12.) Then when it was getting late, we'd walk home. I didn't watch any TV at night... when we got home, I'd pretty much go straight to bed.

Sometimes these days I'll say to her, "I can't freaking believe you let me eat dinner at McDonald's for years." Her reply is usually along the lines of, "Leave me alone, life was difficult back then. And you know I can't cook." (She really can't.) It's hard to really get angry because I actually have good memories of those days. Maybe I didn't eat the healthiest dinner in the world, but I got some exercise and I learned a lot. Is that neglect? Is that wrong? Would I have been better off if she did things differently?

I guess the purpose of my post was that we need to look at an entire picture before we make a judgement. Or maybe that these little "bad things" we do as parents aren't as harmful as we think they are, as long as we're doing other things right.

Should I say something?

I think that as moms, we have a tendency to judge other mothers' parenting decisions. It's something I try not to do, although it's hard not to.

I was recently talking to my cousin (a remarried, working mom) on the phone. She has a daughter who's almost ten years old, and she told me that since her husband gets home very late from work on weekdays, she's developed a new routine for the last year. Every single day, she takes her daughter to McDonald's for dinner. Monday through Friday, the girl is being nourished by fast food.

I kept my mouth shut because I hate it when people judge me for giving my kids fast food. But I wonder, is this a time when I should have said something? Will years of daily McDonald's cause long term effects and do I owe it to her daughter to say something? Should I just slip her a copy of Supersize Me?

MiM Mailbag: Radiation during pregnancy

Hello,

I came across your blog entitled "Radiating yourself in Pregnancy." I am an interventional cardiologist and normally spend 2-4 days/week in the cath lab. I am 6 weeks pregnant and am a little nervous to be in the lab so often. I know of some other colleagues who spent a lot of time in the cath lab during their pregnancy and everything seemed to go ok. Their babies seem fine. I have a special badge and a maternity apron to wear under my lead and I have cut back to 1-2days/week. Do you think this is enough? I know there is no real answer to this question just looking for some stories to make me feel better:). I see there is a cardiologist among you. Just wondering if there are any physicians out there who have to be in the radiation for their job and did ok with pregnancy. Thanks!

A

Bad Mom

Sometimes you just feel like a bad mom. Not that you're doing anything wrong, per se, but that everyone else is doing a better job of doing everything right.

Usually I'm pretty open and honest about my experiences, but today I just don't want to talk about it.

Instead, maybe you can do something for me, to cheer me up: Give me (at least) one example of something you've done recently or in the past that made you feel like a bad mom.

I'll put one of mine in the comments.

MiM anatomy lesson

Mama: Where's your heart?
Daughter: (points to left chest)
Mama: Yes! And what does your heart do?
Daughter: PUMPS!
Mama: That's right honey! And what does it pump?
Daughter: (thought-collecting pause) BREAST MILK

Is this really news?

I turned on the computer today to see this from cnn.com. The headline for a companion article trumpeted "Bravo to Sheryl Sandberg for Leaving Work at 5:30!" For those who don't know, Sheryl Sandberg is the COO of Facebook and a frequent speaker on topics of women's equality, particularly in business. She's a dynamo--a Harvard business grad, who was Chief of Staff at the Treasury Department (at age 29), a VP at Google (at age 32), and all that before leaving to become COO of Facebook in her late 30s--as well as a mom of two young kids. She's more than impressive and likeable. She's frankly kind of irresistible. Journalists gush on and on about her. And it's hard not to get drawn in to the videos of her public speaking.

So it wasn't surprising to me to see yet another article about her on cnn.com today. But what made my jaw drop was reading this quotation from her in the article:

“I walk out of this office every day at 5:30 so I’m home for dinner with my kids at 6:00, and interestingly, I’ve been doing that since I had kids,” Sandberg says. ”I did that when I was at Google, I did that here, and I would say it’s not until the last year, two years that I’m brave enough to talk about it publicly. Now I certainly wouldn’t lie, but I wasn’t running around giving speeches on it.”

I was shocked. It wasn't that I found her leaving at 5:30 so shocking (ok, a little shocking...she IS the COO of one of the hottest companies in the world). It was that she was admitting it, publicly, on cnn.com of all places, where you can never ever take it back! And, almost immediately, I began to question WHY this should be: 1) shocking or 2) even news to begin with.

There are clearly some professional cultures in which leaving early--and by "early" here, I mean "while it's still light out"--is a no-no. Surgery, venture capital investing, and corporate law come to mind. Even in kindler, gentler fields, including many of the general medical fields or medical subspecialties, many of us leave work at an hour the rest of the world would consider normal or even a bit late--i.e. in time for dinner with our family--like fugitives with the sunglasses on via side exits, hoping to encounter no one. Why should this be?

Over the course of the day today, I have been thinking about the implications of Sandberg's self-outing for my own life. I have a part-time physician job, and I love it. It is a fantastic balance of academic/non-academic, clinical/non-clinical, and at 3 days per week, a rare gem of work/family life balance too. You'd think I would be advertising this job all over town. But I'm not. Sure, I have held court on this blog about the joys of working part-time before. I've even gone so far as to post instructions on how to get a part-time job as a mother in medicine. But none of those things really count in the way I mean here because they're anonymous.

As recently as a few weeks ago, I was giving a lecture to a group of trainees and junior faculty at a prestigious medical center. The person introducing me was briefly reviewing my bio aloud for the audience and said, "In 2006, she accepted her current position as..." He followed that up by saying that he didn't know how I had ended up in my current position, which is somewhat unusual, and suggested that I briefly elaborate on how I came to take that job and what I do there. I explained that the job enabled me to do all of the things I really enjoy about medicine--think about important questions in oncology and design trials to answer them, see patients, etc--without many of the things I find unpleasant about medicine like having to write grants or rush through patient visits. What I didn't say was that the job also offered me a ton of flexibility. I didn't mention that it's the norm where I work for doctors to work a flexible schedule, that it's the rule not the exception for doctors there to work from home a couple days per week, and that, importantly, my boss-to-be had not only been persuaded to make the position part-time for me but had continued to advocate for me in that regard over the ensuing six years, spontaneously reminding people to be sure to schedule meetings on one of my three work days and asking that they be moved when they had been inadvertently scheduled on one of my "mom" days, etc. I had a chance to stand up at a major medical center, where I had been invited to speak because I have achieved some degree of expertise and respect in my field, and out myself as a working mother doing what it takes to make it all work for my career and family. And I blew it. When someone made a comment to the effect that I had two full-time jobs (because my appointment is a joint ones that spans two institutions), I smiled politely and accepted the obvious unspoken kudos. I didn't say, "No, actually I have two part-time jobs that still add up to less than a full-time job." Why not?

Like most part-timers, I have busted my tail at my job for the last 6 years. This is probably the result of some combination of typical doctorly compulsiveness, genuine career aspirations, work ethic, and desire to "prove" to my boss that letting me start and remain part-time was a good choice, both for myself and for future employees. But the truth is that it also allowed me to remain productive enough that colleagues in my field at other institutions never questioned whether I was full-time, and I was just fine with that. I had a sense, rightly or wrongly, that if they knew I was part-time, I would be in some way discounted as not as serious or not as dedicated as the almost exclusively full-time male doctors, or even the full-time female doctors. I'd be in a class all my own, and not in a good way. To this day, many of the people I work with at my own institution have no idea that I work part-time! Almost none of my colleagues at other institutions know.

With the publication of the cnn.com article today, I had a realization that, although I am not now and will presumably never be the COO of a large corporation, I have to some degree arrived in medicine. Whether it's my age or my productivity or ideally both, I am officially mid-career. And I owe it to my colleagues, both those at similar places in their careers, but more importantly those who will follow in our footsteps, to talk explicitly about work/life balance and physician/parenting challenges and solutions so that we can finally walk out the main entrance and call out a cheerful goodbye to all we encounter. It's time to end the stigma of working parenthood. I have decided, it's time.

back to work

Comparing maternity leaves and deeming one the all-out winner feels a bit like comparing the children themselves. I am back at work after my second leave and feeling reflective on what has been the best three months of my life. The same cannot be said of my first leave, but I think I can make a pretty good argument that it was extenuating circumstances unrelated to child A or B that resulted in a very different experience.

First, I wasn’t interviewing for fellowship. As someone accustomed to multitasking long before mommyhood, I mistakenly thought I’d prepare for interviews in the few weeks after my daughter was born. Not surprisingly, this ended up not being a poor plan and I spent the interview season in a state of frazzled exhaustion. In retrospect I wished I had contacted each program, explained the situation, and asked if they could arrange a different day for me to interview while I was still pregnant. I don’t know if they would have agreed, but it never occurred to ask.

As if the pressure of interviewing weren’t enough, the perpetually drunk and/or high man who lived above our apartment flooded us when our daughter was five weeks old. Our apartment was uninhabitable for three weeks, a period during which we were set up with some of our belongings in an apartment close-by.  I had to deal with the agents from our insurance company, his insurance company, and our property manager, as well as itemize and dispose of everything that was ruined.

I was determined that this time things would be different. Obviously there was nothing we could have done about some idiot who decided to make our apartment into a rainforest, but I would make a concerted effort to avoid multitasking if it meant making life more stressful. Formal baby announcements? I decided a Facebook pic was good enough. Baby scrapbook? He doesn’t have one. (Some people are good at the scrapbook thing and enjoy it. I’m not and found it yet another source of stress). Thank goodness I didn’t have any interviews. I told family and friends that if they wanted to see the baby, they had to come to us. I decided to expect very very little of myself on a day-to-day basis.

I am not someone who gets bored easily, so spending an entire day under the weight of my newborn son was pretty close to heaven. I did a lot of reading, writing, and listening to books while pushing the stroller. Dinners were simple.

And I just feel better about the time and attention my son got as compared to what I gave my daughter.

But life moves forward and it is time to get back to work. As a side note, I thought the comment thread after Fizzy’s 4/11 post was fascinating. I guess the question of “how much time is enough” is pretty mommy-and-baby specific.  I myself would love a few more weeks, but I am far from dreading my return.

So lets hear it, ladies – the good and the bad of going back to work. What you did and did not miss about maternity leave.

I’ll get it started-

Looking forward to

More frequent adult conversations. Yes, I miss them.

Being able to eat, drink, check email, and use the restroom on my own schedule

Less back pain

Wearing normal clothing

Eating in the seated position while using both a knife and a fork

Screaming, red-faced men? Not as likely to be my problem

Not looking forward to

Pumping. As a resident I once spilled 4 oz of breast milk on myself at 2am. Arg.

Call nights and weekend workdays

The pager

The everyday drags of medicine that have nothing to do with good patient care

Commuting

I will miss

Being present for every milestone (Gurgling! He gurgles! Brilliant)

Long mid-day naps under a heavy newborn

Blogging! (as frequently…)

Planning the week’s meals around the CSA box’s arrival

Walking my daughter to school in the morning

Mommy and me ballet (on hold at least until the summer)

Lunch with my husband, who works at home

I will not miss

Spending the entire day with no cause to wear a shirt. This gets old.