Posts tagged baby

Baby Girl Practices CPR on a Dummy.

Would I trust her to revive me with CPR? Of course I would. Just look at that technique. If that did not bring me back, her overall cuteness most certainly would. Give her a few years and she will be a pro at that ‘CPR’ mumbo jumbo.

Nightmare Fuel, the What If Scenario of Family Building in Medicine.
One of my friends from before medical school texted me early in the morning with this revelation. I suppose I should be comforted by her concern but at the same time I am worried about the content of her dreams.
Take a deep breath. My partner and I have a plan, and babies are not coming for a while.
All of that aside, family building is definitely a very relevant topic within medical school, especially among the ladies in our class. When should marriage happen? When should we all begin raising a family? For the men of class, this is a subject that can be taken slowly; for the ladies, biology is not as kind to them and our obstetrician lecturers took every opportunity to drive that point home: 

"Advanced maternal age starts at 35, increasing the risk of Down syndrome. The choice is clear for all you young ladies: get started now! Because medical school takes forever and you do not want to miss the deadline!" 

Those be fear-mongering words.
Of course, things are never that simple. Following rearing, there is that critical period of nursing, transitioning soon after to raising the child. The dilemma that many of my female colleagues face is the fear of taking maternity leave and losing their edge and falling behind or falling out altogether; on the other hand, nobody wants to wait too long to begin the family process. Thus, should the solution be to pursue a shorter residency, even if it meant not doing what they wanted to? Is the answer to start now? Later?
There is no right or wrong answer for many of the young ladies in class and it is something of a struggle for themselves and their partners.
Planning far into the future is always at the mercy of change; for me and my partner though, this particular plan is one we intend to stay the course.

Nightmare Fuel, the What If Scenario of Family Building in Medicine.

One of my friends from before medical school texted me early in the morning with this revelation. I suppose I should be comforted by her concern but at the same time I am worried about the content of her dreams.

Take a deep breath. My partner and I have a plan, and babies are not coming for a while.

All of that aside, family building is definitely a very relevant topic within medical school, especially among the ladies in our class. When should marriage happen? When should we all begin raising a family? For the men of class, this is a subject that can be taken slowly; for the ladies, biology is not as kind to them and our obstetrician lecturers took every opportunity to drive that point home: 

"Advanced maternal age starts at 35, increasing the risk of Down syndrome. The choice is clear for all you young ladies: get started now! Because medical school takes forever and you do not want to miss the deadline!" 

Those be fear-mongering words.

Of course, things are never that simple. Following rearing, there is that critical period of nursing, transitioning soon after to raising the child. The dilemma that many of my female colleagues face is the fear of taking maternity leave and losing their edge and falling behind or falling out altogether; on the other hand, nobody wants to wait too long to begin the family process. Thus, should the solution be to pursue a shorter residency, even if it meant not doing what they wanted to? Is the answer to start now? Later?

There is no right or wrong answer for many of the young ladies in class and it is something of a struggle for themselves and their partners.

Planning far into the future is always at the mercy of change; for me and my partner though, this particular plan is one we intend to stay the course.

First Breath

The patient was going to have a C-section.

"Let’s go see the patients together," said the nurse. I followed, coming to the realization that it was a two-patient case; for now, we could only speak to one.

I had spent very little time in surgery beforehand. Initially, the trouble was not about knowing how to scrub - this was further down the list. Rather, the initially worry was finding my way to what I needed to do. I scurried down halls, asked directions, and walked through the same halls again.

This morning, barely past seven, I worried about keeping pace. The nursing station was gathering a crowd as nurses and doctors checked in with the morning schedule. We walked into the holding area and found an obvious match: the only patient there with a round belly, anxious but excited.